Finished Folds (81—87)
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4Sometimes I like to sing. My elephant likes it. Show tunes, mostly. But occasionally I belt out some Sinatra for her as well. Until that awful day when everything changed.
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3upon the spirit of Joseph Stalin to take control. In a flash, the late Soviet dictator's soul imbued my testicle with almost limitless power. My balls were ready to conquer Earth.
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2"Look out!" yelled the professor. The knife whizzed past my face, plunging into the margarine walls of King Flavnor's pleasure palace. With a final kick, I broke free of the jelly.
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2"Dylan, I know you wanted to watch the royal wedding, but this is no way to deal with your disappointment," Linda said, her voice dripping with disgust.
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6I turned the corner, and what should I stumble across but the finest burger joint in all of Thailand. I walked in and took a seat at the bar. "What'll it be?" said the bartender.
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1Unbeknownst to Bill, the bear contained a hidden GPS device. I had the bastard now; I could track him back to his lair, and recover the dragon's gold at my leisure.
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4fired wildly into the air, bullets raining down like hot, buttered lead popcorn. "DIE, MOTHERFUCKER," he yelled at no one in particular. The checkout girl looked on, concerned.