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Yes, smile, monkey girl. You have no idea what you're in for. . . |
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This was the best picture I could get of the entire panel -- they kept moving, damn them. |
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"Just hold this for a moment," said the biker nun, passing the tire to Schwartz in his long raincoat and three homburg hats, as they stood by the sign to Baker, California. |
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"How the hell are we supposed to follow that?" |
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Schwartz realized that the hyperdimensional being had neatly steered him away from any discussion of the banana slug and the detonator, not to mention the salt-encrusted margarita glass. |
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