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risk losing what was left of my humanity. My vision swam. I was angry, and afraid, and hungry. So terribly hungry. I could hear the drumbeat of her pulse next to me, a dinnerbell I -
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don't see it. Maybe we should wake him up with a song?" The group agreed, and they burst into a rendition of Mama Mia. He died, alone in silence. "No pulse? Everyone's a critic."
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Cy-Vole, the Bionic Wombat would be ready to face down jay walkers and criminal trespassers where-ever they dared ply their nefarious trades. Soon, they group would be tested as
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The only reply to come was wailing static. "Digby, come in! Digby!" A laughing wind ripped through the Chasma, pelting him with dust, sand, and small stones, while the sun guttered
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elevated octopi, bred as slave labor. They serve short, horrid lives in the gas-mines of Centius Majoris. The pair had settled on protest first, but Bob had other ideas.