Even at that late hour, Amanda's eyes burned

Even at that late hour, Amanda's eyes burned like death suns as William returned to bed. "Do you always have to 'pad across the floor' on the way to the bathroom? Couldn't you just

waltz in here like you used too?" Bill gave a Mandy a sad grin and tucked her in. "Darling I'm too old, I can't tap dance around the issue anymore." Amanda had to switch partners.

The latest model robotic dance partner was wheeled out from the storeroom for Amanda. Bill didn't mind that Amanda was dancing with the Z4F-Dancomatic he needed a chair to sit down

because his next move was going to shatter the dance-o-sphere. Implanted in his right hip was the ancient Russian dance moves and in the right a drunk kung fu fighter. Bill waited

Until the right moment to nuke them. Being a globalist had its privileges, and Dr. Kissinger understood. At age 93, he still attended Bilderberg. A BBC documentary exposed his role

slithery sorts but at least he didn't have to sleep with them anymore and their free access to his intestines for "health reasons". There were many things Dr. Kissinger hoped would

change as he swallowed the anti-parasitic medicine. It tasted like chalk and Henry wondered if it had actually been this stuff that had killed Nixon, in the end. The red phone

beeped three times and exploded in a brilliant spray of confetti. And at that precise moment, the roof opened to a sky full of planets and stars singing "Love Shack". That medicine

didn't help with my hallucinations," Tom told the psychiatrist who had partly transformed into a vulture.