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Neener, neener.

The little boat bounced across the rough sea. Richard spared a moment to turn and thumb his nose at the miserable island he had just left.

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Fine, throw him in the back with the others.

The inspectors brought in yet another dessicated corpse— the third before lunch. The coroner groaned. It was going to be one of those days.

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None Shall Pass.

Only the pure of heart may enter the Briar Maze. Applicants will be judged by the enchanted Iron Guardian and his 500 question oral exam.

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Greetings from New York City

We asked Grandpa about the postcard we found in one of his books. “A future that might have been,” he said. He wouldn’t explain further.

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The map led to a ruin. Then the Warrior was backstabbed, the Thief was fireballed, and the Wizard was outnumbered. ‘Twas a short adventure.

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Also great as a marinade!

“Prof. Gray’s Miracle Tonic,” she read. “Ingredients: Sparkling water, Eleven secret herbs and spices, Grain alcohol— yes, this will do.”

So, like just about everyone else who volunteered for the Thirty Day Blog Challenge, I too have run out of enthusiasm for the project. And like a few of my blog neighbors, I find myself grasping for ideas and wondering what to do next. Until I figure it out, please enjoy this edition of The Friday Five.

If you had to have a Siamese Twin, who would you want it to be and why?
Zaphod Beeblebrox. Three heads are better than one. Also, as a team, we’d be a lot more effective in drawing attention away from the real source of political power in the Galaxy.
Would you rather be connected at the top of the head, or at the waist and why?
At the waist. To a giant. Then I could randomly pop out of his clothes and say things like “Quaid! Activate the reactor!”
Make up a definition to the made up word “kituxilicious”. Use it in a sentence.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy says this about the word kituxillicious. It is used to describe a situation in which one conjoined sibling attains greater status than another, in the manner of King Kitux. The merciless King Kitux conquered three-quarters of the galaxy before his sudden death. Meanwhile, Kitux’s conjoined twin brother, Droon, served as his accountant. That is, until Kitux suspected Droon of embezzling and had him executed.
Do you think there is something ultimately good about everyone?
Only a Sith deals in absolutes! (draws lightsaber) Oh, wait, wrong continuity. (wraps towel around head)
Would you relive your high school days? Why/why not?
Only if I were the kituxillicious conjoined twin of a giant, or if I were Zaphod Beeblebrox.

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Alas, poor Jen

When Jen’s mobile battery died, she ceased to exist. Amy tweeted again and again to ask what happened. She could have just looked up.

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Join Us, Rapunzel!

Things were not going as planned. Yes, Rapunzel had tied her hair to the ship, but the Sirens had brought her a knife.

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He's Not Really Lazy, Just Easily Distracted

“Doug’s latest scheme was to buy the abandoned Catfish Farm to turn it into a resort. We all knew he’d lose interest after a week or so.”