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beheaded after only a week of duty. Most managed about a week and a half, so it was quite a disappointment. The Queen of Hearts boiled with fury, her face as red as her namesake.
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get under our bark more. When they're not mutilating us to declare their undying love, they're pissing on us or worse hanging themselves in us. But there is this one treehugger
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Tony used to be a good kid, if a bit scrawny. Then he'd gotten himself involved in that whole mess and suddenly everyone had turned against him. The truth, however, was different.
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Not to mention the weird cheesy smell that clung to her and her strange habit of hanging pictures at an angle. She had the uncanny ability to both disgust and intrigue you when
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I ain't no coward! Come at me bruh. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries! I only said that with the hope that copywight didn't count in the afterlife.
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. For now, I'm good- cuz of the collection of nuclear warheads hidden behind a secret panel in my room. Dad often says: "Hon, there's something off about our kid." Sticks & stones.
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Austentaciousness is one of the minor cardinals, and unbecoming of a demon in my position. Schadenfreude is more my cup of scalding tea. So when I caught Mammon embezzling
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Was the title of the space alien's book. This wasn't like that Twilight Zone episode, "To Serve Man." "To Kill Earth Itself" is unequivocal: to kill dirt. Dirt isn't alive anyway.
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The previous Yuniki prototype had glitched and attracted too much attention. VB867-D had to keep her visibility centers running, or she’d be scrapped too.
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the judges would stun her! She hunched over the cauldron, furiously stirring the liver into the thick broth. She reached for a handful of nutmeg and sprinkled it in too.
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until it begins to simmer. Then, add salamander blood, snail shells taken from a snail during the full moon, the head of a sloth from Madagascar, and some ginger.
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These were the words of the wall-com embedded in the ceiling of Trivaz's prison cell. Not wanting to disobey orders and receive a painful shock, Trivaz recited the number "839."
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The leprechauns had told stories me. To the dryads, I was a legend. That was before I really got to work. I’ve enslaved all of the magical creatures... almost.
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weary old crab, decided to retire from my franchise. The Krabby Patties were becoming acidic and toxic from the pollution, and we had no solution to it.
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No... that’s not it. It looks like... the goose shot you? But... that has to be wrong. The goose squawks, but the squawk sounds like a language. “I caught a big one, Fred!”
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Indeed, you have taught us the miraculous works that loquacity can provide. I applaud you so.
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that “Feet have five toes.” Here’s the problem, though. I didn’t.
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, there wasn’t anyone else. “Thanks!” said a voice, which made me scream. “For the first time since the gas chambers, I think I look acceptable- or, as acceptable as a ghost can.”
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sang so sweetly that he awoke and thought he was still in the realm of dreams. "Wait, that was really poetic," he mumbled to himself. The poet scrambled for his ideas notepad.
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interstate, though it was much harder to crack the local market. Around these parts, everyone already had plenty of spearmint Shepherd's Pie. They wouldn't buy ours as well.