Finished Folds (1—8)
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1tuck his tail in before the engine revved and the tapir propelled itself forcefully into the air, leaving the leopard on the cold, hard ground. "Well, my job as a squire is
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1in the egg, hoping for a glimpse of cooch. Can't a man just enjoy himself in his last moments inside an alternate reality before he had to go home to his wife?!
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1projectile vomited everything she had eaten that day onto the sidewalk. Under the light of the full moon, the gooey mass began to yawn and stretch, lifting itself up from the
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4think the world ends: not with a bang, but with some chipmunks in a vortex, which was expanding exponentially outwards until it enclosed Sarah and went ZOOP! She arrived in a
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1buttflaps. In fact, the entire world was just a delusion that he was dreaming with the eighth quarter of his subconscious mind, which was located up his arse. Meanwhile, he took
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2losing fingernails because he could get them replaced with very tiny versions of helpful appliances, such as a tweezer or a very small toaster for very small pieces of bread.
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1give up now, because that had never been his style. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice: suddenly, he started shrinking. As the floor of the club zoomed towards him, he thought,
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1the state of Denmark. For one, the flowerbeds should have been manured weeks ago, and the now poop-covered Jänine was only a testament to this glaring oversight.