Finished Folds (401—407)
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6He stood there, unwitting, as I slathered that tube of dense commercially marketed mucus, cherry-scented, all over his Chaps. He called the cops for wholly unrelated reasons.
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3He took the only stick a man was born with and started drumming while she in her bra and panties did the flesh bongo,the scene exploding into a hellzapoppin lindy hopping craze.
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4Ten intrepid explorers traveled into the heartless depths of Mt Krazak and emerged blasted out of their skulls. They took teeth to any fresh flesh and passed on the black disease.
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3"You must be under the impression that this wouldn't be against your wishes," the voice said as it punched his gut, causing him to regurgitate his meal. There was a noisy chewing.
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3its wrathful odoure, then its diarrheal force was onto us. Sgt Needlepoop sprayed past, crying, "Tally-ho!" to the watery muck of his porcelain grave.
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6It was staring me right in the eye, making coherent thought impossible.I imagined it squeaking as it crossed the asphalt, and the squawk that would emerge when that mack truck came
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5was out of the question. So he had his protege mount his skull with a live feed and his back with a jet pack. The footage was impossible to view at such high velocities but