Finished Folds (41—60)
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6No earthly force could stand the might of the Legion, and he knew it. Cape swirling about him, he turned on his heel and strode back inside the castle. It was time for plan B
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1set of dentures that he had for emergencies like this one, so with no other options he reached over the table and removed the set from the gentleman across him. "Commodore! What
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4Dough police began to march towards the swelling throng of protesters, holding old pancakes aloft in an unmistakeable battle stance. "I'm allergic to gluten!" a voice wailed
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3is doing a good service to that poor lad, bless his heart. Dying can be a drag, but bits and pieces always live on somewhere. You should see what happened to my kidneys, though.
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3the fifth floor of the nuclear fallout refuge. "Look Jonathon! This screen says there's a radiation leak on floor six!" Jon rolled his eyes. She wouldn't fool him so easily again
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3I saw people from all walks of life, lined up with their bundles and boxes full of food, ready to throw them into the impossibly large hole. One old man in particular caught my eye
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3"Electricity is so mainstream", Hipster #2 replied. "We really need to invest in rustic, hand-crafted bronze triangles if we want to make it through this alive."
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7But he didn't mind. If nobody cared, what was to stop him from doing a little foxtrot? His feet found the familiar patterns easily as he swayed his way down the street
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3Luck was on her side today; an unguarded grocery cart was just up ahead. Gleefully filling it with apples, she wheeled it through the store at full speed, apples flying everywhere
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5Do you drinking the expired milk? Or do you brave the harsh winds of the sand wastes to find an increasingly rare cow? It seems the whole universe has paused to hear your decision
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5"Consider it done, sir." Robert flexed his fingers and placed them over the keys. Nuclear codes? This was getting serious. Soon they would realize that he wasn't a hacker at all
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3the room. The assembled mangoes wailed as the waiter rolled up his sleeves, preparing to fight for the honour of his fruity friends. There was no time to lose!
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5Mary smiled, obviously relieved. "Thanks, John! I'll make sure I'm wearing it when the in-laws come to visit. I want to look my best." John put his head in his hands
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5tirelessly on millions of folds every year, crafting them to perfection. With minds like that, your fold is in safe hands. Ah! The engineers have found an anomaly with your fold!
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5Stuffing the priceless manuscript into my satchel, I bid the spinster a good afternoon and hobbled out of the door, politely rebuffing requests for more tea. Then a steel grip
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4taxing the innocent and helpless. It was a good thing that we had robots to do it for us nowadays, or there would be a public outcry. Who could forget the taxing scandal of '95?
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4as he held up his hand, held flat to represent paper. "Rock? What an amateur. Looks like you're done for, kid." Snarling, he pounded the button, and I felt a rumbling beneath me
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5squished the sauce from his fleshy, crimson body. But there was nothing Mr. Tomato could do. In the grip of the chef, escape was an impossibility.
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6I stood. Abruptly. "This soup is an outrage!" I yelled. "It's as lukewarm as the service." The server stared at me in shock, obviously realizing who I was
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4Panting, the nimble thief ducked and weaved through the shadows, unsure if he was still pursued. Skidding around a corner of the tight alleyway, a huge shape suddenly reared up!