Finished Folds (1—20)
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3"Uh, no," said the whale. "What makes you think I can fly in space? I live in the ocean. Little one, you must stop being an idiot." Derek blushed in embarrassment. His whole life,
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2"Then why did you give me your death ray last week?" Felix asked, looking puzzled. "I mean, if you didn't intend for me to use it, why'd you give it to me? You know I can't
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1miracle you're still alive." I sighed. "Without me around to save your butt every five minutes, you would either be dead or horribly disfigured." Marilyn stuck get tongue out at me
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1and traveled exactly 2.787 kilometers before crashing to the ground in 4.897123 seconds. The 92.77119234727651239101092345 dB sound it made was deafening. How oddly specific.
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3It was when I stopped thinking that the magic happened.
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3MY MOTHER?" The girl just lost it. Out the window she went, flying like a bird into the deep blue sky, leaving her livid roommate and his mother behind. The flight of fancy was the
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1ALL THE THINGS!
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2They prayed to Ceiling Cat that he'd whisker them away, to the promised land of Mice and ... Mice. They realized their meowstake, but it was too late. The Litterbox of Fate needed
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2One ordered a Tequila Sunrise, and the other a Jackhammer. And hammered they got. It was a night to remember, and a bill they would never forget. They'd literally be paying for it
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1the disco clowns in the car bailed out immediately, holding their big rubber noses and trying not to retch at the ghastly fumes. By the time the thirteenth clown had evacuated, the
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1with a penchant for red rubber noses and rainbow afro wigs. It was the ultimate disguise - nobody would suspect a disco clown! I agreed to the plan and donned the costume. It was
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1About the only time you hear about change anymore is when some stupid politician thinks they can win by promising it. Heh, some things really do never change. But I gave the beggar
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1if the octopus does not give its consent to be cooked, you must then engage it in mortal combat. Third, should the octopus win, you will be the one in the cooking pot. Do you under
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1or maybe to the pizza place down the street because i'm hungry and they've got a pinball machine that I like. And then we fire the missiles.
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3... and that was the end of that train of thought. So, then my evil twin came and took over the controls, and now we were staring down the barrels of our own blasters. Well damn, I
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3coffee, not blood. Huh. No wonder the guy was always trying to kill everyone. I shot another burst of web at his arm, neatly wrapping the wound to stop the coffeeing. Now it was
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1was dead. All I had was actually a cardboard standee to accompany me on stage, and a crude sock puppet to take to presidential debates. Nonetheless, "Jimmy McMillan" and I won all
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1couch into very neat fillets of fabric and stuffing. The LaserDiscs then broke through the wall and crashed into the next apartment. Thank goodness nobody was home, or that would
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1you for clemency!" The amphibioid rolled back in a hearty laugh. "Bwahaha! No clemency! Me eat you now!" And so it ate me. Now I just had to find a way out of its stomach. Hmmmm...
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2and wept for two whole hours. T'was such a grave loss, that wooly artichoke. It had been the last of its kind. As grief turned to anger, the Star Police approached Whizbang and