Perhaps i am the only one, but i have a strong dislike for this material and one that i daren't fight alone.
The fictional part of my fear is the fact that where i'm from polystyrene has evolved within itself, having bred with ducks for many millenia to the point where it has managed to mutate with legs.. and having become aware that i had discovered it's dastardly secret and found it's blue-prints to replace all the polystyrene packaging in the world with blu-tac, it began following me home on summer nights looking for a way to rid of me, fortunately because it's winter it has to stay away (Polystyrene + Water = disaster). I don't fear for my life, because if it comes down to it i'm sure i can fight it off with my trusty samurai.. lamp, although it would result in a mental scar so deep it can only be filled with tears.
Incidently, does anyone know how blu-tac is made? In my little fantasty realm it's mined as it is, by smurfs... please don't tell me i'm wrong.
I love you all. xxxxxxxxxxxx <3
The moral of the story. No matter how down you feel, or weird, or rejected by the world.. just remember, you're not as insane as i am.
PS1. This story was invented to conquer the boredom i'm experiencing on God's day of alleged rest, seems he runs the networks of quality programming on the old picto-cube.
PS2. I genuinely have a fear of polystyrene.
PS3. I only put numbers after the PS cause i wasn't sure if it was PPS or PSS.. i feel a fool