Finished Folds (41—60)
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2Spook Central and ectoplasm was leaking out of it from every corner. "So where's Spider man when you need him?' I yelled at Stan Lee. He shrugged and chuckled, then moved away from
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4on that lonesome hermit who entered the cave in happy anticipation of three years spent in meditation. He failed to catch the red gleam of the eyes of the hungry winged beast and
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3ourselves to the Anatolian desert where we endured thirst, snakes and scorpions. We finally found a way to catch and cook the snakes, using their skins to catch the morning dew off
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2At this point God realized this was not going to work out and He decided to start all over again. Strangely, He didn't foresee that the snake'd approach Eve and offer her the apple
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3her over for tea and cupcakes. He had carefully mixed honey with insuline and was proud of his cunning. No one would ever find out how Andy's mother died. She came in with Andy who
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3away from the pit. Because she was stuffed with pie, none of the bullets hit any vital organs and she was able to scramble out of the pit. As she looked around to find me, I ducked
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2and placed it on Pipileaks, while I sat in frozen horror in front of my computer screen. I tried to concentrate to raise my mental barriers so WWW spiderman could not get to the mo
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1He turned to Lady Di, whom he casually addressed as 'Di', and she giggled and replied: 'it's not a Kolaveri...it's a Colibri you silly!' She looked fondly at the bird as Dr. Watson
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6Darn, would it never stop? All the memories of my childhood flooded me... the pulling, the bullying, the jocks shaving my head to give me 'a proper heardo'. But I was not to cut my
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3cardiogram of a dead guy!' B'Chug, Manatee and Citizen Scam stared at Scar...shocked. Then Manatee rose to his feet, all 2.5 of 'em, and stared down hard at Scar. Scar threw his he
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4n Arabian pony and gallop away. Or that's how it felt. What I didn't realize then, that this was exactly what happened. There I lay on the tarmac, my heart had galloped away towar
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4was my hyper motility. This really stood in the way of the rigid motions required to be an excellent robot dancer. I found a way to fix this by fixing splints to my joints which li
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3. Well, that made sense since I was in Cuba. If they knew how to make cigars, it would be here, cigar Eldorado. I knocked on the door of what I'd assumed to be the cigar factory an
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6humanoid bot that was indistinguishable from a real live human. I'd rigged it with plenty of sensors, listening- and recording devices, 3-D camera's, the likes. Poor mr. Jenson had
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4Yeah, I was an asshole back then. But that all changed the day he had a heart attack and everybody noticed how little hard work I had actually been doing. He became a hero posthumo
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6leaving Terry Pratchett dumbfounded. If Death really existed, could it be true that the world was really carried on the back of four elephants standing on the shell of a giant turt
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1went cruisin' so to speak. After he'd poisoned the bass player, the autopsy confirmed this what not the guy he was after. It didn't take long before The Rockets held auditions to f
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7to have a decent look at the opponent, since Henry the VIII's older brother had forgotten to build a visor in it. He also forgot the rear view mirror, moveable joints and most
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4he could to scrape together the odd few pennies to eat. He got used to sleeping in his car, a rusty old piece of junk that he'd grown quite attached to over the years. As he tried
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4'Cut!' The director threw the script hard on the ground. 'Can't you do anything right, you morons?!' Alf sighed as Willy pulled his sweats back up. A technician stared down at the