Finished Folds (641—660)
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5, 45 participation grades in the tank," said Prof Fitz. How many more'd die in the name of Moral Theory? He got buff from shoving corpses and started to impose his theories on
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6and America became the world's mall cops. A legion of troops on Hover-Segways was sent to make sure no one in Europe was stealing stuff. "We're unarmed and clichédly overweight but
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3I ran so fast that my clown nose flew off. "That elephant's hankering for some carny asada. To the getaway cannon!" Uh-oh. Someone stuck a cork in it. "Blasted cork!" My next plan
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5my sockets and vroomed down the hall. "Urgh, how'll I fund my post-retirement escapades by posing for AARP magazine if I don't have eyes?" "I'm behind you, dear." My abscondy eyes
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5I removed all the money from an envelope labeled 'Life Savings' and turned it in for a stack of chips. The roulette wheel was calling me. "All these on red," I said. My luck
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4generator that ran on bee tears. "What's the "meaning" of this?" asked an animal rights-fond patron. He was breaking the Ren Fair illusion for everyone. He wasn't in the script, so
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6witch with dreadlocks of moss, her neck fully broke when she slipped on duck sauce. Ding dong, the witch is dead! Madame Wong the witch is dead. Her torso's separate from her head.
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4"I can change him," said Liz. "He says he follows nobody's rules, not even his own, but he'll follow mine." Liz found the drone vigilante in a club. He said, "Your inadequacies are
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4knew from his limited worldview that Lansing was Earth's epicenter. A flap of Lansing's wings could set off a tornado in Texas. Mother of God, right here in Lansing. Flying monkeys
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3Limo Jousting was "in". Wealthy knights opened the sunroofs and ordered their chauffeurs to charge. "Eat my lance," said 5-time champion Guinevere du Lac. She was hypercompetitive
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4of war. "Should I be shot, take my post," said the rebel ice cream truck driver. Tears salted my fudgesicle. Corpses filled our freezer. A battlefield was no time/place for ice
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4of humanity, I must punish God for creating Fat Godzillla. "Bad omnibenevolent creator! Bad!" I said. I was totally destroying God's psyche. Now to destroy Him. I hid a pitfall
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5transport said junk with some lowly wheelbarrow. So, I laid my junk on Magnús Ver Magnússon's shoulder on my way to the butcher. "It's like throwing a hot dog down a straw," women
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6You're listening to 106.4 FM, "The Krill", the only radio station playing exclusively beluga whale mating calls put to a metronome. Next up, we have that hot single, "My Blowhole
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6You're listening to 106.4 FM, "The Krill", the only radio station playing exclusively beluga whale mating calls put to a metronome. Next up, we have that hot single, "My Blowhole
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3mock me, I just knew it. Some birds flaunt plumage, pigeons flaunt heaters, so says the Ebony Ornithologist magazine before me. I built a fire in my bedroom to ward off Ontario's
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7The union ladybugs ran a picket line, but kid Barnum clipped their wings and forced them to vend glow sticks. An especially Zenned-out grasshopper lit itself on fire. Insect Circus
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2The Shenanigans married into the Ruffians and Hooligans, to Malarky Shenanigan's chagrin. His chagrin turned upside down when he met Curmudgeon Tomfoolery. "My middle name's Cynic,
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10Emperor Snailien decreed. The sudden slowing of Earth's rotation sent many of the lighter Earthlings skyward, but it was a small price. Florists sent thank you messages via dial-up
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4"Bring me the Baron alive, but do what you want to the rest," said Capt. Purplebeard from the crow's nest. The pirates cheered in unison. "Dress-up!" They forced pillagees to wear