Finished Folds (441—460)
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3that's--", then Lem suddenly collapsed and died. His daughter shrugged. "Well, that solves that! Martina! Grab your gown!"
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4a few minutes - the time bomb in front of me counted down steadily. Loaded with tripwires and failsafes, there was no way out. Three, two, one, KABOO+++ATH0
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7the sky, landing on the pavement in front of Mr. Harridan. He looked up and gasped. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!! A whale storm is coming!" (The Sharknado wasn't enough, apparently.)
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2his five-iron over his son's head. "Son, I'll have ye know I once shot three holes in one! That's one swing, three holes! Try ta beat THAT!" Then he turned around and fell into
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6guns. Lots of guns." Dr. Topher grinned. "One step ahead of you, Nurse Ramsey." On cue, a digital panel appeared in the patient's abdomen, and he typed a four-digit code which
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2keep from Riverdancing whenever I'm in a swimming pool!" It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't brought the Irish Jig Band with him, but there they were, right in the pool with
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1accidentally dropped into the toilet half an hour earlier. As it turns out, this unfortunate event was exactly what she needed to get herself on the set of Dirty Voodoo, starring
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4the Wookie reached the package first. "GRAAAARGGHH," he shouted at Darth Famino, as he ripped into the Snausages like... well, a ravenous Wookie. The droid remarked, "I suggest a
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4the edge of the lake. But that was okay, as Pope Colin preferred ketchup to poutine. He was a leader of economic as well as spiritual affairs, and a master of improvisation. When
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10"Well, I'm glad that's settled. Cup of tea?" Before she could respond, he thumped her over the head with his Bible. She came to in the Pentagram Chamber, hearing his wicked
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6as it flew by them faster than a speeding bullet. Batman sighed in return. "Not just too old, Robin. We're becoming senile." Another one went by in a Flash, and then the Green
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5The Overlord of Hades sought out her faithful minion from the Sixth Circle. As usual, he was torturing a group of wealthy corporate big-wigs and CEOs. "Jim, I have an important
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7finished that FoldingStory that had been sitting in his queue for so long. Now that he faced certain lederhosen death, someone else would have to write that final fold. And so,
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3and wrote: Willingly, ever so modestly, the monster swayed triumphantly in the breeze. ... I frowned and crumpled the paper. "ADVERBS!? You want more ADVERBS!? Who do you think I
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6." He offered me the job... but not the job I'd been expecting. When I reported for duty, I was told to strip and put on just this dinky little necktie and these tighty-whiteys.
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6soon the whole barn was filled to the brim with creamy, gooey custard. I think someone was playing out a weird fantasy there. I gave up and headed to another town, where hopefully
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3sted out of jail while my run-on-sentence kept going because I had gotten too drunk with my ex-wife's roommate who was secretly a CIA spy in Australia who ate Fritos and decided no
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6My assistant stuck her tongue out at me as she gave me a good ribbing. I would have to steak my prime reputation on going a cut above, or I'd be rump roast. I threw together some
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5cream. "Hmm... this could be interesting," he thought to himself as he proceeded to eat the whole container. Four hours later, he was still
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4in the world had gotten waylaid at the tax office. "Well, so much for that idea," the Canadian astronaut grumped as the CPA triple-checked his figures. "You really had 7 moose?"