Where the damn hell am I? What the damn hell is this? The last thing I remember was fighting the dreaded Ratzis in France and ohhhh… Yeah, there was an explosion, followed by some crazy glowing dame taking me by the hand and yanking me into a freaking time portal. There’s my where and when, but what? What the damn hell is this?
New wave of superheroes include Talisman. Beware his magic, evildoers.
Funny story, true. I’m taking out the trash last Thursday night, you know, around eight, right between Little Sheldon® and Moms®, and I see, get this, I see The Oaf® and Talisman® getting all up into it. You know, those two newbie superheroes wearing all that spandex, gold and glitter. Right over there, in front of that driveway. And, they’re cussing up a storm. I swear, it was all fuck this and fuck that shit and you ain’t shit without me and your mother’s a fucking idiot and you and what fucking shit-ass army.
The cafeteria, also known as the dining hall or the canteen. A place where children coerce their peers to laugh so hard they snarf-barf milk out of their nostrils.
Joe leaned forward, “Hey, you gonna eat that?” He pointed to either a large fingernail or a small toenail.
Donny picked it up and studied it, and then casually tossed it on Joe’s tray, “Have at it.”
The Coalition Of Pharmaceuticals™ in a candid moment.
In a world, where the fear of death and dying is prevalent, there is a beckoning for a group of heroes to rise above the fray and battle the despicable limits of mortality. It took the greatest minds, the oiliest lawyers, and the most persistent advertisers to fill the void. The Coalition Of Pharmaceuticals™ were thusly born.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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