On a cool summer morning, a unique pink-painted house stood out against the backdrop of the mountains. Green shutters framed its windows, and a sign on the roof read: “Kiss-Kiss,” inviting passersby to take a closer look.

Inside, a bald, blue-skinned man sat listening to the radio as the enthusiastic host’s voice filled the airwaves.

“Good morning, freaks and losers!” the host bellowed. “This is Radio KKK, and we’ve got no stories for you today. So we want you, the listeners, to call in and share an epic tale for the ages! Something real juicy that’s worth not killing myself over!”

The phones lit up. The host picked one.

“Caller, you’re on the air. Tell us a good story.”

A shaky woman’s voice came through. “Um, hi. I found my husband cheating on me. What do I do?” she asked, frantic.

“Kill him. Stab him in the face and get it over with. Your call was boring. Next caller,” the host snorted, switching lines.

Another call came in, this one furious.

“Hey dude, I got a problem with your station. Real talk, it sounds super racist. I don’t like it,” the man snapped.

“What the hell are you babbling about? KKK stands for Kool Kids Klub, you moron. Read a fucking dictionary. Next caller.”

Then the line connected to the blue-skinned man listening from inside the pink house.

“Hello there,” he rasped. “My name’s Binkedge.”

The host sighed. “Hello, Binkedge. What are you calling in for?”

“You said you wanted something interesting. Well, I’ve got one hell of a story you won’t believe.”

“Already don’t,” the host muttered, bored. “But fine. What is it?”

Binkedge leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. “It all started when I was sleeping in my bed. Yes, I know, every damn story starts in bed. Real fucking original, right? Anyway, this is what happened next on that miserable, godforsaken day—”

“Let me guess,” the host cut in. “You went back to sleep?”

“Yes,” Binkedge admitted, “but there’s more—”

“I knew it. Great story, champ. Real page-turner. Let me just say—”

“I’m not done, asshole!” Binkedge snapped, slamming his fist against the armrest. “I said there’s more, so shut the fuck up and listen!”

The host fell silent. Binkedge grinned, baring his yellow teeth, and began his tale, determined to be heard, skepticism be damned.

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