Finished Folds (301—320)
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3After that night, the food poisoning set in and the whole group were in A&E. Pengu Jui was mysteriously absent, having not caught anything off the barely cooked rats.
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0are you kidding me? We could have died out there tonight! I don't care how much you try and disguise this as some kind of quirky musical adventure! I'm out!". With that, Jones left
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3got a bit sick of it. No, not "Tourettes". Turrets. You see, mum had invented the first military robots that could string 2 words together, though that was pretty much all they did
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3. I'll change my life for the better. Become renewed, refreshed! Of course there was one man who wasn't about to let bygones be bygones. Reminded of this, the next thing I did was
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5sea of assorted fluids, paddling with a paddle made of 100% Martian steel to support local planetary business back home. The little green man looked down at his eyeball-raft and
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4and don't you forget it! With that, she sat down to an array of burgers, doughnuts, fries, fried chicken et cetera that she had laid out before her, notepad at the ready.
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5a dent in the ever-increasing complexity of folds, folded folds, folders, foldees, foldations, foldological foldifications, foldoramas, foldinations, foldings, and antifolds.
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3a casual flop of his arm, sending a chord radiating out from his prosthetic arm/keyboard, putting me off finishing my solo. The judges called time and the challenger started to
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1I didn't even really mind the other "favours" the typewriter demanded of me, but this was the most demeaning of them. Replacing the vial, my hand hovered momentarily over a pair of
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4Was that a shark that I could see out of the corner of my eye? Either way, I'd probably be fish fingers before I found out. Almost hyperventilating through my gills, I managed to
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2a ailing hang-glider, a double-decker bus, a sports car, a police helicopter and a space hopper. It was atop this last majestic steed that of finally fell prey to a well-placed
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4the status quo, but in the end, this sad wretch was a slave to it. Never getting out of his cycle of gambling addiction, always refusing to believe he had a problem so long as he
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1While the guards had been distracted by the admittedly slightly unusual goings on outside the prison, he had picked up a shard of glass from a shattered mirror. Wielding it like a
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3No-one can understand my situation. No-one can help. No-one can break through the walls of darkness. Right, now that's out of the way, down to business. There has been a breach in
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3stuffed cats didn't tend to keep that well when the plumbing from the sink leaks over them at every opportunity. We didn't really have much choice except to throw the mouldy thing
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4"Because is was all an inside job!!!" raved Ted's father "I can prove it!!!". Ted turned towards his dying grandmother and wiped away a tear. "Jet fuel can't melt steel beams!!!"
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4was stuck between his teeth. Not to mention a piece of their moon rocket. That would completely spoil the taste of Wensleydale until he could get it free. As Gromit continued to
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5brain was just disoriented. I'm not sure if it is what a human would call a brain, but I don't write the Earth English- Solace VI dictionaries. Anyway, time to blast those mutant
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1blurred shape. He edged closer towards it and the blurred shape got slowly clearer. He couldn't make out what it was, only that it was somehow out of place. Before he could reach
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4crippling addiction, but the DI had no patience for that sob story. He'd been on the receiving end too many times before. No, Ponce DeLeon would face justice for his crimes against