Finished Folds (41—60)
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7xcept 'inventory.' He was hoping to get some silver buffalo's or state quarters for his coin collection, but there were nothing but large bills in the vault. "Let's hit the next
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6make it to the end of the crosswalk before the oncoming traffic. Unfortunately he was an amateur stiltist and even less of a unicyclist; the resounding *crunch* could be heard as
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3was shot dirty scans around the dive. Some patrons shuffled out the back exit. The shrouded agent sat down next to Model XVM11 and ordered a sarsaparilla. "Error 174: we do not
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2art investing in a small-time software engineering company with a strong vision and attractive website!" The kid snorted and jumped on his hoverbike. "Yeah right grandpa, everyone
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1'Party off the Pounds' health and fitness center was the last bastion of hope for the remaining survivors of virus X. The zombarazzi staggered along the otherwise empty streets.
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6fight the urge to start up a musical theater program and fix up his neighborhood using her strong will and kind-heartedness. "Yo, you scuffed my new sneaks," he fumed.
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5Mrs. Clean, who everyone knew was 'compatible' with lots of scum. The thermal discharge was everywhere, and the Mr. was coming back soon. Roomba went to work on the mess, beeping
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6no real interest in his Plaxxon IV cameo character scale model collection, and that they called them 'dolls' behind his back. Which was absurd, he hand-painted even the smallest
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5I regret letting her have the last gogurt, too. She had that in her lunch as the car careened off that cliff. Not to mention she borrowed my phone charger. Shit, and my lip balm.
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8The neighbors hurried their children to the basement. Auntie's cackles sent a gust of foul wind and turnip greens into our toothpick settlement, the force of which was enough to
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6in time to receive a drop kick from our Nautical Nark, Detective James Manatee! "I think you'd be more suited to a U-boat...Captain GERMAN!" Holding him over the stern, our hero
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7him flying, "Eat gavel, Ninjattorney!" No legal-savvy shadow assassin would make a mockery of his courtroom. Gathering the last of his energy, he cried out- "Lawtobots, ASSEMBLE!"
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3an 80's style 'thinkin hard about stuff' montage until we realize what he's planning!" Past, present, and future JMan then cut to multiple shots of them examining documents, giving
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3And quickly ended. Wacky Watergun Wednesdays was a colossal failure- who knew filling an office of IT nerds with personally modified water cannons and trebuchet balloon launchers
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3and the lifetime supply of holiday snowman marshmallow peeps? They were seasonal goddamit, what didn't he get about that. Manatee whipped out his handy dandy pocket necronomicon,
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2and his Russian counterpart Heckleshev Kreckelnamebrandvodkaheilernimben could do nothing but hope- and fire heat seeking missiles from the Robomododobomobile's auxillary space-
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6pants using a complex structure of popsicle sticks and string, puppeteering him around the room with expert precision. He had been training for this moment for years, and with one
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3didn't want to handle them too roughly, lest his Pinata wife called child services again. He lovingly folded them all little newspaper origami hats and
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4as he hung by it on the precipice of Mount Precarious. They could read his every thought, but would they comply? "I'll think of major movie plot twists if you don't send help!"
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5Doubt set in- "Who am I, even? Am I Sam?" "More upbeat for Christ's sakes" M. Night barked, "They're not supposed to know you're a manic depressant until the END." The eggs were gr