Gorge rose. Plates swept aside violently. The clattering shocked the crows in the rafters who circled and squawked.
The couple walked into a church carrying the top half of an old wooden manikin. Appearing anxious, they asked the priest for sanctuary.
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The back of the car was full of empty, discarded shells. In the trunk was a vat of melted butter.
A devious philosophical paradox could destroy the facility–the most promising counter-attack would be forever eliminating language from the world.
Nobody knew what was really under that pile of leaves. An example of exobiology. A military project. A stolen bicycle. One could wonder.
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The underside was clean enough for all of them, but navigation was a series of obscene decompositions. They elbowed one another ruthlessly.
The rocks spoke to him, arrogantly detailing their plans and convincing him to recite the launch codes.
There were reports of several high ranking military officers trapped in the demonic bouncy castle.
“Unscrew the bottom plate then carefully lick the wires. CUT, no, no I mean CUT.”