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[Graham] Let's say you have an ax.
The kind that you cuold use, in a pinch, to hack a man's head off...
[Graham] And let's say that really situation comes up and for some really solid reasons you behead a boy.
[Graham] On the follow-through, though, the handle of the ax snaps in half in a spray of splinters.
[Graham] So the next day you take it to the ax store down the block and get a new handle, fabricating a story for the guy behind the counter and explaining away the reddish dark stains as barbeque sauce.
[Graham] Now, that next spring you find in your garage a creature that looks like a cross-bred badger and anaconda. A badgerconda.
[Graham] And so you grab your trusty ax and chop off one of the beast's heads, but in the process the blade of the ax strikes the concrete floor and shatters.
[Graham] This means a secnod trip to McMillan & Son's Ax Mart.
As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body of the guy you beheaded last year.
[Graham] He's also got a new head attached and it's wearing that unique expression of "you're the boy who killed me last Spring" resentment that one so rarely encoutners in everyday life.
[Graham] You brandish your ax.
He takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a gargly voice he screams, "that's the same ax that slayed me! "
[Graham] ...Is he right?
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