nignog
I was walking past an old man of Asian descent today. I just couldn’t resist the urge, so I pulled my eyes into a squint. He then shouted, “NIGNOG! NIGNOG!” at me. It caught me so off guard I tripped. Something broke my somewhat painful fall. I got up. Laying underneath me was a dead cat. I had fallen on a stray cat. The old Asian man ran up to me and shouted once more, “NIGNOG! NIGNOG!”. He kneeled over (his back popped like a gunshot) and picked up the dead street feline and whispered in my ear, “free livestock, nignog”. He then scuddled into an alley. I saw him pull out a large, curved knife and jab at the cat. I went into the Chinese restaurant in front of the alley he ran into and there he was, at the corner in a jumpsuit with the name of the restaurant on his chest. He shouted, “HEY YOU, NIGNOG IN BACK! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY A SAMPLE OF OUR FELINE SOUP?!”. I had to decline. The Restaurant dissolved around me and I was left in my bed. Another case of bad sleep paralysis.