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The mattresses of L.A. rise from the street corners at night and sneak into the houses of the unknowing, creeping on springs and foam. Slowly they suffocate their prey, screams of horror muffled by sky blue satin padding.
The only way to truly kill a mattress once it has gone wild is to cut off it's tags. During they day while they rest and are sluggish is the best time. Otherwise they will rise and eat your young.
Trust me, I know this. For I am their Hunter.
It is my Duty.