Cue from the look of the onlookers and the direction of their gazes he "decided" hot pursuit was called for. But first a 5 minute 80s style gearing up montage was also called for.

The Street knew that you brought the Codex, and grabbed you out of your car on the street, like a Grand Theft Auto style fight. The walls were talking to you again, because the st

before he had finished the Gleason Configuration. He would never crash on the moon and frolic with the cheese like he had always dreamed of. He would never ski the Bœke Straits.

I pondered fools in all their foolish degrees. From the simple fool who let you always fool him to the entanglement agent who made you fool yourself. You're fooling yourself if you

on top of which abnormally high fluctuations had been reported the previous watch in the Sithe drive could only mean we were feet first in an Origins Story. It started easy enough

Trash would get out. Just the simple fact of our Being caused detritus in our local ontic field. Throw in utterance and the issues only cascaded and reverberated in a Null field.

intertwined and would enter the sagas like a real Viking short order cook. Let's call him Lief. Do you like your new name Lief? Yes you do because we say you do. Now, you'll bunk

I put the letter down and consider my options. They were not pretty. Cena was coming and the place looked a mess. The chartreuse was to far lavender for the likings of the goofball

her pits, because all and all, she was just a generally gloomy person. My gaiety and joyful exuberance proved too much for her sallow, grouchy countenance. As she powdered her pits

"That's a king's ransom in dollops," said Elfwyn, holding the adorable, Keebler-sized GAP ledger in a tiny hand. "How the hell could 80 thousand dollops disappear? We're sunk!"

would go right to their scalps, pinning them back to back. "How did we get out of this last time?" One would ask the other. "Scissors, and more LSD," would be the reply. The braid

Though I had eaten a sandwich and drank sacramental wine, it sure tasted like humble pie as God slapped the holy hell out of me for cussin'. Anyway, I can't swear anymore, so

Pairs well with prescience and plums, allowing your gnostic guests to feel the fruity flavor before they bite. For more about future-flavor, see page 21's recipe for E-S-Pancakes.

atin infused Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, not an apple. To be followed by weeks of wallet depleting therapies in an effort to removed the ability to participate at capitalism.

airport security line so he could take the 9:25 to Chicago and fly it right 'on up to the sun and feed it proper. "You can't pass security with a bucket of metal, sir," the TSA

remind her about it. Now that my niece is a teenager I get out the hideous shirt she picked for me when she was 3. I wear it when she visits. I photobomb her while wearing it, too.

the daycare center in about...she couldn't tell time.It would be soon.Soon she would rave about how many barbies she had, and how rich her mommy was.But none of this kids knew

could only mean war had broken out in between all the Heavens and all the Hells. As if to prove that very point Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, blasted open The Pearly Gates. The archangel

all over the floor of the car, and the ground of the Parkway, Carpetbaggers shoes dropped all over. She yelled, "Ying Yang!" as her day reversed the negative of his. She would r

belt jump to get through the Oort Clouds and out of the Galaxy, because all that the Human Race left behind was a small note, a picture that his Mother left behind of a place to go