"You can't win fights this way," she'll moan, but
you won't pay her no heed. You'll be too
busy blinkin' away, making her face into a blurry set o lines that will fade
and fade and fade until, after about twenty minutes of intense blinking,
everything fades.
"I DID IT!" you'll shout at the rafters. "THAT BITCH IS GONE!"
You'll look around, eyes open now, but nothing will appear.
"No I'm not," her voice will sound from off to
your left somewhere.
"Oh," you'll murmur. "Damn."
"You're an idiot," she'll retort before slamming
the door, leaving Animal Planet's grating narration on the television as
punishment.
You won't be able to find the remote to turn it off. The next few hours will be hell, until you
figure out how to leave the room.
Congratulations on Blinking Her Out of Existence!
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