Once upon a time there was a little boy named Billy who was famous for his love of nose-picking. It was quite a gross and disturbing habit, but Billy was perhaps the greatest nose picker in the entire world. He picked it with his left hand, he picked it with his right hand, he picked it with his index finger, and he picked it with his pinkie finger. He could even pick it with his toes. That's right -- his toes. If there was anything in his nose, Billy could get it out.
His parents constantly told him not to pick his nose. It's too gross, too disgusting, too nasty a habit they said. No one will want to be around you and no one will want to shake your hand. No one will play with you.
But Billy didn't care. He just had to have that finger in his nose.
One day his mother told him, "Billy, if you keep picking that nose, the booger monster is going to come slime you."
"What's a booger monster?" asked Billy.
"The booger monster is a monster that loves little kids who pick their noses," explained Mommy. "He loves them because he craves boogers, and the little kids who pick their noses have an abundance of boogers. He comes to slime them, to show them that he appreciates their nose picking. It is very very unpleasant," said Mommy. "He usually comes in through your closet door."
But Billy didn't care. He didn't believe her. Still, he kept an eye on that closet door.
And that afternoon, Billy heard a thump in his closet. He opened the door and peered inside -- were those eyeballs? Was someone looking at him?
"YEEAAARRRGGGH!!!" The booger monster jumped out and landed on top of Billy! "YAAAAAHHHH!!!" As he screamed, the booger monster seemed to melt right on top of Billy! Billy sat on the floor, covered from head to toe in snot. It was revolting.
Even his dog couldn't stand the sight of him.
And so, Billy got slimed.
Mommy asked Billy if he had learned a lesson. "Heck yeah!" said Billy. "I've got my own monster! Getting slimed was awesome!"
And thereafter, he picked his nose twice as much.
The end.
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