Mr. Jensen elatedly dialed the number. Timmy's antics in his class were unbearable, & this service seemed the perfect solution. He was asked: "Whack the clown in which period, Sir?

and onto the package of Chuckles, using both feet to stomp it to bits to show my distain. Cellophane tore, cardboard bent, but the damned Chuckles just kept springing back into

ball cut in two and used to stuff a bra! Put some effort into it!" shouted the director. Thor was confused. He had never had to strain to lift his mighty hammer, and didn't think

familiar and you'll be stuck in that form until you respawn another one. Which you won't be able to do without your fingers to control the machine. Captain Chodorov heard an angry

The good news about the Asteroid Belt is that it traces too big a circle for one Family or Corp to control. The bad news is that quadrillions of peeps are still wage-slaves under

that a police negotiator be summoned to try & talk the jumper down. "It's Dad up there!" he scolded Todd. "Dad!" James screamed, "Don't jump! We won't send you to Golden Age Manor!

in an opulent open limo, & adulated by hysterical masses thronging to watch the couple drive by. "I could get used to this," mused Toro, & kissed Babs fervently. But being a klutz,

...with what…I’m not sure. I had total short-term amnesia; for how long…I wasn’t sure. I heard a woman shouting Eddie, but I had no reaction to her. She said her name was Brenda.

The eyes of the Hypotenuse were on Snuffy Pantos as he revealed the crystal he had retrieved from the Green Forest. "Jack Jovian can have the damn asteroids, for I shall touch this

But 20,000 years later when krytobebopitic entities revived my lamentably baggy and hairy self I was glad to still have those Forever Stamps in the ticket pocket of my cargo shorts

mission involving a transluxian helical resonance meta-broadcast to ensure no human DNA was left. Our adversaries mocked my plan. "You say ACGT, we say DFAC, you sad human."

60th year as a prostitute. "I'll give you a freebie," she told me, but by the time she'd finished her sentence, I was on the next block, running for my life. An angry mob began to

do I spout hate! I spout hot and cold hate! I'm a regular hate-spigot! Doc, ya gotta do something to help me mend my ways before I blow a gasket. (Maybe I need a plumber?)

I imbricated the bodies around me until it looked like a dark gory igloo. I hoped to wait the machines out. Then the bodies reminded me what they were made of & I fought my way out

I see where you are going with that. The trick is, not to go there. Do that while still keeping me interested and I will say that you did your job. As for the mop bucket, where did

suddenly there was a chance to be each other's sidechick. Now that it was out there, Sarah seemed to be interested but shied away at the last moment. "We're almost sisters, Susie!"

I tried countless times to see beyond the blinking slash dot to see who I was & what directory I was in. My gut told me we were in a hidden folder on a peripheral network cluster.

her thrall. Since I'm in her thrall I don't see it as being in her thrall. I see it as expressing my adoration for her in a slave like fashion. I brought her back to life for a rea

I met Sir Reginald in Gilbralter where we had a quick lunch at his club on Government Street. He told me a little about the case, enough to get me interested. I admitted that I had

He'd been made when he started shouting "The moon is a balloon!" repeatedly during a raid on his Family Business during the hours that they were closed. He lost his mortician's lic