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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into gigantic insect. “Yes! Fuck yes! Hahaha. Finally!” He pumped his little insect legs into the air in triumph. “Fuck work. Fuck the bank— No, fuck the whole capitalist system. I'm out!” He wiggled out of bed and with a 'Thump' fell to the floor. He was quickly getting the hang of his new body and scuttled towards the door. Crawling on all—six, now—he wasn't big enough to reach the door handle. But Gregor didn't care. He threw his new and, in his view, improved body against the door four times until it gave way and broke open. His mother, father and sister stood there, in the living room, in stunned silence. They had been awoken by the celebratory shouts and wanted to check on their Gregor. His sister Grete was the first to break the silence. “Holy shit. I told you guys he'd do it! What a madman. Congratz, Gregor. I'm proud of you, big brother.” His mother turned to his father. “I always knew our Gregor was special. That he could achieve anything. And you doubted him.” To Gregor she added, “I'm proud of you, son.” “I guess I was wrong, son,” spoke now the father, “I saw you toiling away at the bank to pay all of our debts while we were at home. I really believed you to be a spineless pushover. But look at you know, do you even have a spine? Just kidding of course, just a bit of humour from your old pops.” Gregor was deeply moved by all these nice words of affection and appreciation and would have turned red had he any blood in his body. Instead, the hemolymph rushing to his face gave it a hint of yellow. “Well, I'm outta here. Peace!” he said and scuttled out into the backyard, free of all cares and obligations.