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"I love you both," May uttered, and flushed a little when both of her darling husbands (as in love with each other as with her) hugged her and assured her of the same. True love!
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"I understand." The sensation of the words slipping down my throat like a bitter pill of disappointment was nothing short of awful. The coat of sugar, of 'maybes', hardly helped.
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It really wasn't fair. The family curse-- unless we were killed outright, we would regenerate, and every wound would be inflicted again, or rather, there was no way to heal it.
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through the fabric of your clothing. It's quite obvious. The media has completely overtaken your sense of fashion. That's why I can't be with you," he explained. "You're biased."
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. "This... is quite a pickle," I murmured. "A pickle?" the couch said, "Hardly." I told it to shush, after all, how could a couch know the moral of the story?
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Suddenly I became aware of what I was truly eating. It wasn't food at all, well, not the normal sort. I was eating Fillet du Homo Sapiens, Flambéed Eyes, and a delicacy, genitalia.
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yet Master Bracegirdle, in the Queen's bedroom, could not defeat the chastity belt's mechanisms. Arthur, feeling a need to be the sire of her heirs, heated the belt with friction.
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get his mother to give him the Opinionated Newly Ignoramus Oblong Nitwit Services machine. It, the famous O.N.I.O.N.S., would allow him to create minions for Kang the Merciless.
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"But Q," Picard pleaded, "I thought you and I..." Q laughed. "Yes, but this mortal needs me right now. You, Captain, will always have me. This one- Barney- deserves one night."
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pit of acid, because she needed no guides, and he had been ready to pull a dagger on her. She was sure of it. She turned on the Terribly Amazing Rhetorical Iteration Service alert.
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from the wall and committed suicide when I had the chance. Now, the horseman of the apocalypse was about to wipe out all life because-- wait. "Yes," I said, "But at my hand alone."
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Mr. Klein, after all, was given no choice in the matter. He was instead given a great power-- or terrible curse-- and it chose for him. He was not willful enough to resist it.
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It was a horrifying thought that the Prime Minister was secretly such a despicable thing such as he, and with dimensions at stake it was time to end this. All of it must end, soon.
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It was a disastrous thought that then infiltrated his scheming mind; for the great Doctor had no heir. He would write one into existence. The hands of others would write with him.
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that he created odd automatons. These strange creatures do not think like we do; they do not feel. These ape-like, metal abominations, their only thought was to hunger. Emptiness.
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I turned to Sara, my friend, who had just arrived to help finish this. "I will, on this All Hallow's Eve, prepare them," she said, and topped the fleshy patties with their corpses.
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broccoli, and many other vegetables with a heavy heart, fighting the urge to molest them with all my will. Suddenly, I glanced up and saw- a girl. A girl made of vegetables.
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we shared in what small comfort we could get from the gifts. The end of the world had a macabre sense of rightness to it, one supposes, and the gifts were a way of avoiding it.
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and how incredibly sharp he would seem, having come up with such a thing. Of course, eventually he would be assassinated and his books burnt for the sake of keeping it secret.