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*step step breathe step step breathe step step kick punch stab run step breathe step breathe step breathe hide breathe breathe breathe*

The Ninjas sneaked in through the open window and crept silently into the master's bedroom. Their leader unsheathed a shiny object and held it out at arm's length.

They gathered around him, perplexed. One of the ninja's broke the silence: "Our leader mistook a spoon for a katana! Old fart !" A puff of smoke and a flurry of blades later

we had finished the pizza and Up In Smoke was almost over. We had been really lagging and sort of bumming around and we had to get back to this Ninja thing at some point.

We were finally reminded of the ninjas when Vanessa Mae called to confirm Myconos. Steph found a shuriken in the pizza box. "Oh yeah," she said, "weren't there some ninjas about?"

"Ninjas cleaned my room one day," said Vanessa Mae. "That's not a ninja, that's your mom," said Steph. Vanessa playfully hurled the greasy shuriken at her friend.

It struck Steph in the chest, and she fell down dead. "Sorry, you were too close to discovering that I am a ninja," Vanessa told the corpse as she shoved it into the trash compacto

from RonCo. It dices, slices, handles crisis, and provides hydrolysis for that pesky Getting Rid of a Body task we all get every once in a while. Vanessa shushed the pitchman. An

d agreed to buy the device. The sale complete, Vanessa hefted her new RonCo machine and left the store. This was just the what she needed to get rid of the body. It was dicing time