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There were a few slightly overweight midget girls dressed in black. They all had some black fedoras that they used as weapons. They were weapons because the brims were lined with something like diamond dust, and thus were able to cut through absolutely anything. They would throw the fedoras like Frisbees, and they would travel impossibly slow through the air. Inside some dark house, I fought these girls. They had me cornered, so my only choice was to catch their fedora projectiles by clapping my hands safely onto the top and bottom as they approached me. I began sitting on all the lethal fedoras I was collecting. There were cuts all over me. I later showed these fedoras to some people, and I could not emphasize enough the dangers involved. At one point, I was holding one and making clean cuts through plush animals as though they were heated butter. Naturally, everyone began getting cut up playing with them. Later, I was at some sort of mid-day backyard party, and everyone was drinking beer. A few of the beer bottles had these fedoras wrapped tightly around them, acting as the bottle's label. Brad Pitt and someone else were playing basketball. Brad Pitt's bottle was one of the fedora label ones. He conspired with his friend how to get the fedora label to cut someone. He placed the bottle on the ground behind him, and while shooting the basketball, he nonchalantly kicked the bottle backward high into the air. It hit some guy with curly hair squarely in the head, but never broke, bouncing off and over the fence into the next yard. The guy began walking sternly toward Brad Pitt, carrying something that looked like a cross between a butterfly net and a scythe. He demanded that Brad Pitt go and get that bottle in the next yard. A short while later, someone else got hit in the head with a different bottle, and indeed it broke. The fedora label though did not end up cutting that person's head.