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"Let's ride," he said. Plumes of blood and

  • "Let's ride," he said. Plumes of blood and gristle rained down on his lips. The salty copper of the kill overran his tongue. The vomit awoke, where it slept deep in the pit of

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  • whatever hell the Thai food was reigning in his gut. Pulling a trigger was like giving up a little of humanity, and he'd given up enough to become a monster that night.

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  • He carefully removed a coin purse from his pocket. Fashioned out of a kangaroo scrotum, it was a novelty gift received at last year's white elephant exchange. But now it held

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  • His testicles. A gift from that bitch Marcie. He had only meant it as a joke, but when she went totally crazy when she learned that I had

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  • made her spider monkey commit harikare. Gleek - named after that Superfriends space monkey - simply was overly trained and annoying. I did that bitch Marcie favor. Marcie then

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  • grit her teeth angrily, but then she shrugged. "It doesn't matter," she said, "Gleek has a brother. Or rather, a clone. I have an army of clones." I shrieked as the spider monkeys

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  • sang Dont Stop Believin'. They

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  • twirled and danced merrily while ingesting copious amounts of alcohol. The modern nightclub scene is a crude example of how the Homo Sapiens creature

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  • began the process. Come but may, the men were ready to rocky road. Just as they were settling in

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