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9o4n1m,A manic hand-painted gross-out cartoon scene, resembling 1990s cel animation pushed into grotesque comedy, opens on a cheap suburban living room, rendered with grimy painted backgrounds and absurd comic energy, featuring a grimy, slightly peeling wallpapered wall with a crooked painting of a sad clown in the deep background. A low-angle push tracks across the pock-marked, sticky carpet, a sickly yellow light illuminating floating dust motes and trails of old snack crumbs that wiggle slightly on the deep purplish-brown stains. In the midground, a heavily stylized, off-model, jaundiced yellow pet beast, its matted fur clumping in greasy tufts, twitches its bulbous nose. Its giant, puffy eyelids are half-closed in a pathetic, dazed stupor, its perpetually wobbling, green-slimed tongue lolling stupidly. With a sudden, elastic jerk, its lumpy body, covered in rolls of flabby fat, lunges forward towards a mangled, crusted candy wrapper stuck to a frayed, sagging couch cushion, exposing rusty springs. Its previously half-closed eyelids snap wide open, revealing bloodshot, bulging eyeballs filled with frantic greed as a snappy side track zooms in on its aggressive, slobbering muzzle, a single long string of drool stretching from its lower jaw. It attempts to chew the paper, gurgling contentedly, "Mmmmph... tasty!" but immediately starts to retch, its face distorting into a grotesque grimace of disgust, its lips peeling back to reveal oddly shaped, yellowed teeth and inflamed gums, as the camera dramatically closes in on its violently shaking snout amidst the rattling of old snack wrappers on the floor.