Finished Folds (421—435)
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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.
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5not your best decision." Still, I knew how Thich would want to be remembered. I strode to the sound system and turned 'Ring of Fire' to maximum volume. "This is for you, brother!"
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4and ushers. Thus zombie horde grew stronger and hungier. The zombies swarmed out of the cinema and into the city, devouring everyone in their path. The apocalypse had arrived.
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6What if the whale's prediction became reality? Pete was terrified of goldfish. He couldn't imagine a worse scenario then trusting his well-being to one! He shivered.
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4ced up my boots tightly. There'd be serious trouble if I tripped while I made my escape. I stuffed the dripping wet tissue into my jacket pocket and crept towards the abattoir.
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4it ran out of ink by the sixth 'i'. Marbury shook the pen to no avail. It was empty, completely drained of ink. He shrugged and tossed the empty pen over his shoulder.
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4"Because of your stupid lopsided hat," the fish retorted. "Seriously, you're a walking fashion disaster. Something has to be done." Henry gaped at the fish indignantly.
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3The cat doesn't seem to mind, though. She makes herself comfortable on the barber shop's seats and hisses at anyone who walks past. I'm stuck with this cat and no customers.