Finished Folds (401—420)
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3Korea. Chance stared at the phone in disbelief. "How did you get this number?" he demanded. The President burbled away indignantly on the other end of the line. Chance hung up.
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5The delicious sticks of potato bubbled and boiled away in the hot oil. The kitchen was overflowing with the crisp aroma of crunchy fries. Every seagull in the vicinity swooped on
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5The tech guys crouched out of sight, tapping away furiously on their computers. Though the presenter was the public face of the weather segment, the tech guys had the real power.
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3conducted an orchestra of bespectacled peanuts. They were all playing the French Horn, and the sound was absolutely repulsive. "Glory to the peanut butter!" one declared.
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6I used my powers to throw matches and made millions from betting scams. Though they tried to catch me, my powers left no trace. I was an untouchable millionaire! I spent my funds
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2If only he could go back to the glory days of eating roast chicken for every meal. He sighed wistfully as he day-dreamed. He snapped out of it when he realised he was plummeting.
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3Big Jim hissed and spat, unsure how to deal with the charging mouse. Murph seized his chance and swung the stick at the cat's head, clipping his left ear. Big Jim howled in pain.
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6without the present of a lawyer. However, as a lawyer was not present for this declaration, the servants' decision was irrelevant. She decided that she'd just have to sue God.
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1His liver and kidneys were the easiest targets. Buster would launch himself at his master and hook his front claws into his shirt, using his hind legs to peel off ribbons of flesh.
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3and fell several feet before pressing a button on her belt. A hook erupted from her utility belt and wrapped around a protruding tree root. The force nearly yanked Bella's arms out
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3blistered from the constant friction. She presented to the ER with the skin bubbling from her flesh, shocking the nurses. Her doctor banned her from pennywhistling ever again.
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5Since then, I've avoided sandwiches like the plague. I've never been on a picnic, nor attended a high tea. I packed soup for lunch. However, all my preparations were for naught
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3remarkable powers of sexual attraction." I stared at Eugene, feeling somewhat revolted. He waggled his eyebrows at me and I turned away. I'd had enough of Eugene's crap for today.
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4prowling through the shadows in the corners of his mind. If he tried to delve into his subconscious, searching for his truest truth, the shadow cats would hiss a feral warning.
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5as the students exited the room. Wilbur sighed and slumped into his desk chair, gently massaging his temples. He opened his laptop and began composing an e-mail to the cleaners.
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3fool for believing that his limited experience with zombies was a reliable guide. Still, he knew enough to about the undead to dispatch them. Gene reloaded his rifle and aimed at
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4the crunchiest omelette Sir John would ever eat. He told the Queen that he didn't like egg, but she disregarded him. One mustn't trust the word of a chicken counter.
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0herself into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Nothing solved problems better than a nice, hot cup of tea, in Candy's opinion.
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3With the latest developments in recording technology, her producer was able to record her performances without the giveaway clicking of wolf claws on ivory.
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2Melba's surprise when he told her he'd named their new cat "Cobra"? Let alone MY surprise at being given such a stupid name. I'm a cat: I hate cobras! I began to plot his death.