Finished Folds (141—146)

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  lunged and lunged, stoking his metabolic superpowers. Grasping his superheroine partner by the leotard, he deadlifted Fisher out of the tide of mayonnaise with a schlorp. "One!"

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  The crime? Murder. The motive? Life insurance. The time? Breakfast. The weapon? Cheese knife. The plan? Dubious. The victim? Obnoxious. The police report?

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  ly horny neighborhood. "Just as I suspected!" He cried. "A buried line of liquid Viagra piping in with the city water." Turning the shut-off valve (mostly) off, he exhaled.

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  p finding a contact lens was kind but hopeless in this cave. "Curse your superior vision," he muttered and swung something heavy at me in the dark. It crashed against a huge

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  to me - take off the tinfoil hat." "It's NOT tinfoil!" "Okay, the magic helmet. Take it off - see if the danger is real. You can always put it back on, right?" Hands trembling,

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  or see the harpoon launcher poking out of my backpack. "Get in," said the kraken behind the wheel. We packed into the front seat of the fish-smelling truck, headed for the next

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