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Ryan was just having another dull, unincredible, and completely normal day. He woke up at 7:00 am in the usual manner, combed his hair, rinsed his mouth out with Scope®, and went downstairs to make himself a little something to eat before his commute into town. He plodded into the kitchen, and reached into a cabinet to pour himself a bowl of Cheerios® prior to reading his morning edition of a local newspaper. Then, after adding just the right amount of milk to his bowl, he pulled aside a chair and sat down to eat. Without warning, the wooden chair he had been sitting on, literally dropped out from underneath him and got swallowed into a tiny black circle in the floor. Ryan then had just enough time to splash a hopelessly confused expression across his face before the new vortex in his kitchen floor sucked him in as well. The table followed him down. Then the refrigerator, then the entertainment center, and the couch and the bed. Then the whole house went down. By this time, the neighbors had gathered around to try to make sense out of what was going on. However, they didn't have very long before the vortex continued its work and, whoosh! -- they were gone. Little Jamie Martinez was outside playing four-square with her friends. She was the next to go. Then the neighbors' houses went, and the community center, then the whole neighborhood was consumed. The vortex sucked up everything for 200 miles in every direction, leaving nothing but a large crater behind it. Then,as soon as it had arrived, it just disappeared. Nobody was ever able to explain what a vortex was doing in Ryan's kitchen, nor what Ryan had done to obtain one, but it never happened again so no one really cared.