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The Riding Mower Dads hovered at the very edge of their lush green lawns, the air around them filling up with the grumble of an idling engine and the think fug of petrol fumes. Their eyes were hidden beneath the brim of their identical white bucket hats, but their mouths were set in a thin, tight line.

In the centre of the road, far from whirring blades and the well-aimed kicks of passing legs, the dogs sat. Tongues lolling, teeth exposed in a mocking canine grin. The Riding Mower Dads knew what came next. The dogs knew too.

All waited.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: CAT

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The Frog of Ultimate Doom sat despondently atop a wilting lily pad, it's great green shoulders slumped in abject despair.

"I should never have come here," it said.

Weatherman Wally, who was at heart a kind and compassionate man, felt bad for the frog but could not bring himself to disagree.

"It's all gone wrong," said the frog. "I was going to come here, mess with you all a little, ruin a couple of festivals, and then leave."

"The weather doesn't work like that here," Wally explained, as gently as he could. "There are literal gods here."

The frog sighed.

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Sprite, who as near as the boys could tell was some sort of maple-syrup based Hellhound that had come to them from a neighbouring dimension where everything was Canadian, wiggled four stubby limbs loose from the flowing darkness of his body, followed by a soft, tufted tail and a bright pink tongue. He cocked two of his heads to the left and gave a short interrogatory bark.

"Hey buddy," said Simon. "I brought a friend for you to play with."

He picked up the gloppy Cerberus and, before Marshall could stop him, deposited Sprite on the table beside the ecoplasm.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The vampire biker gang stared at the Unkind Ones, and the Unkind Ones stared back. For a long moment, the only noise was the growl of a dozen motor engines that were, frankly, entirely overpowered when it came to driving around a own as small as Eerie.

"So you don't... find things?" asked the leader of the Unkind Ones slowly.

"No," said the leader of the vampire biker gang. "We just put maggots into takeout boxes and laugh at people when we trick them into eating it."

The leader of the Unkind Ones made a face.

"That sounds very unkind."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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In the vast expanse of human experience, there most likely existed several things better-tasting than reheated slices of yesterday's pizza. Certainly there existed things with more nutritional value, some of which sat even now in the very same refrigerator that held a rapidly diminishing quantity of Mister Zip's Saturday Night Special Stuffed Crust.

Still, in this moment Syndi was unable to name a single one of them. The night was over, dawn was just peeking over the humped and turreted back of City Hall, and they had all survived. The microwave beeped, and the Ladies, tired but victorious, drew closer.


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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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