Finished Folds (21—33)
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4breed a human in their own distant world. But the aliens wouldn't know what to do with it. All it wanted was hamburgers, a big TV and X-factor. But collages was all what aliens lov
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1painful goo on my nethers". "I say lad, once you get her going with her goo, there is no stopping". Ah, yes. I remember the dim times when she secretly experiemented on me. And I
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2.. wait! maybe, just maybe it has something to do with the secret ninja-scroll she stole from their dojo while killing dozens of guards and mutilating the son of BigBoss. Or maybe
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4could use to make the noises stop. Some people call it music, like x-factor, but really, most of it is just noise. And loud noises must be stopped. And now we could - we got us a
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2semi-automatic machine gun and her strep-on kitchen knife she hides in the toilet - just in case s/o comes in whilepaying the heavy load. She continued the search round the house,
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4I too want to run though woods, climb trees and swing strange looking ropes high up. Not to mention being almost completely naked and blue.
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1eaten so many banana's. Everything would've just gone much better yesterday if she just refrained herself. Not just with the bananas, but with all that caused all the mishaps.
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4a message. letters appeared on the screen. letters turned into words: TOUCH THE SCREEN WITH YOUR FOOT. How ridiculous! I folded my body as a pretzel and touched the bleeping screen
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3'Where to sir?'. 'We'll be meeting some fine gentlemen at the lunar station of Parsan mr. Delhi.' 'yes sir! we have a business transaction than sir?'. 'Yes we do mate, a promising
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3did not deserve more than this. Perhaps one needs to eat dirt to feel passion, to live. Allowing every dissapointment in life to be swallowed away. And just fare forward and live..
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1bright beams of white light entered fiercely through the wall. He felt drawn to it. The light felt warm, and he felt the urge to go to it. To endulge himself in it. But as he appro
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2a simple business engagement gone bad; Captain Bank had his wares piled up and ready for trade, though his official-looking clients seemed not to be happy with the quality
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1gig that fitted to his talent: singing ta-ta-koelie-ta-ta in the voice of Kermit the frog. He he needed this gig. He needed the money.