Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Knot.

Relativity.

Timbuktu.

Smitten Kitten.

Split keyboard.

Cyberpunk.

Why do you rob banks, Willie?

I mean, what happens when he loses clients and can’t really network within the comic book community because he’s suing them for two and a half million dollars?

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Urantia.

Blob.

D'Angelo.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Mass”

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the Great Work

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  • A gifted mimic, he nonetheless eschew[ed] regional accents for comic effect
  • Filled from crown to toe-top full of direst cruelty
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