Tell a story once sentence at a time.

Suddenly, Tom wakes up in a cold sweat, reaches for his neck only to find his dog, poking him in the neck with his favorite toy.
 
The air throbs hard against Tom's eardrums and blood begins to drip from his nose onto the dirty white sheets wrapped around his naked body.
 
Tom opens his mouth to scream and his tongue is ripped from his mouth and flies up and sticks to the ceiling with a dull splat.
 
And immediately left when he found Brandon and the Penguin playing a game of twister while Tommy writhed in pain.
 
Brandon and the Penguin untangled their limbs and looked over at Tom whose mouth had now stretched and grown to the size of his whole face.
 
Penguin implored Brandon to let him write it but Brandon told him he'd have to take it up with Larry.
 
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