Finished Folds (121—140)
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5I found him at the Collosseum where he was busy humilliating gladiators. 'You're not supposed to win, you morons!' he screamed at them. Yep, that was Billoctetes all right. I took
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5That was the sign I'd been waiting for. I quickly ran over to the haystack, where I'd hid the remote for the bomb. I frantically dug through the hay as I was running out of time.
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4all that only to find out he didn't even want a skeleton! I had grown quite attached to being able to count my own ribs and vertebrae, so I decided to ditch the guy and to look for
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6I longed for more superpowers, since poisoning at a distance turned out to be no fun at all. I wished to see the result of my actions right in front of me, so I decided to acquire
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4my head first, to find out how that feels. Then I set out on my very own Bohemian rhapsody. After I killed some random guy in a dark alley I looked over the mess I'd made and decid
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5made a hasty exit, while at the same time trying to get dressed. With one leg into the arm of my sweater and my jeans pulled over my head, I hoped I'd disguised myself sufficiently
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2the freakin' communists forgot to calculate pure greed into their theories. I knew I'd have only one shot at this. I sneaked up to the pussed bag of money, trying to stay out of it
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3news was just another excuse for right wing sympathists to rant about Russian transgenders. The reporter backed off, but she came after him, her nails and pumps ready to strike.
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3that oozed with poison. Too late for hand.I killed the writhing thing, then decided what to do with my hand that was already swollen and bloated. You can guess what happened right?
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3on this planet. I really wanted to move to Vinaria XIII, where I wanted to work as a smiler. Vinarians lack the facial muscles, but deeply appreciate the smile in other species, so
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5ed away from that years ago, by putting sunscreen on his neck. Daffy Duck would give him a very hard time about this display of vanity. Bugs shrugged. Sam's bullets wouldn't get
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3and had not managed to get this out of his system. The starting shot seemed to go off forever, while a penetrating fume spread through the hall. The other contestants smirked but
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6Satan decided to buy a considerate amount of IKEA shares. Artisan furniture never sold well in a crisis anyway, and Satan had orchestrated this crisis well. Jesus was out of a job
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3that what had happened when she was 9. A piece of long pork got stuck between her teeth and proved unable to be removed. At 69, it was still there, causing everything to taste like
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5Or so he thought. What he hadn't realized was that he had discalculia. He thought they were sixes, but in reality, they were nines. When he tried to buy his "protection services",
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4tour, they were offering a bedazzling collection of Medieval paraphernalia. I thought they were rather cliché in their choice of display: armors, weapons (sigh) and shields
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4they decided to sell their bodies, forgetting that a body is a handy commodity in this material world. Now they had nothing to hold their dough with. The elves convened to solve
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0My Little Ponies to them, their ship to me. Stand off Ultima Maxima! Only, they destroyed my property, so I wasn't gonna by nice to them either. The German pedopods tried to stare
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6a guy that wore an overstretched Buddyboy T-shirt. Those T-shirts were the craze these days. The Fruit of the Loom hegemony had ended, a new age was dawning. I decided to pick ano
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3, meticulously precise dissected bodies that were then respectfully displayed. David Lynch was so bemused by this exhibition that he immediately donated his body. They killed him,