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What has crawled up your butt and died? (Tabitha)
Satisfaction, I have the right tactics ...
And if you need em I got crazy prophylactics.
Archer "These sharpshooters like to keep their distance on the battlefield and in life. Nothing makes them happier than single-mindedly taking down their target.
Were I forced to describe this woman in one word, that word would be ... herpes.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
Ease up, nasty little frigid pixies
Poison ivy and deer crap and rocks. Oh, my!
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.
chooks. You cannot go away and leave
A killer with the manners of a rabbit - this is the most dangerous kind.
Shock and surprise, my little beauties, and quickness to strike, and lack of pity. These are the things that make a killer.
Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell.
I live dangerously enough. Now what's this about condoms or tigers?
I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahs!"-Gazzy
Zanpano~: What are your buddies in central Scheming?!
Mini-Enzy: SNUB I don't know...
Zanpano: *Shaking jar Violently* TALK YOU INSECT SCUM!! TALK!!
Frog man: YOU GO, ZANPANO! SHOW IT WHOSE BOSS!
THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.
Carnivorous unicorns, I thought.
peccadillo. So far as my observation goes, men
A wanton waste of projectiles.
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
I guess we all get a little snippy when we're not feeling good.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
Kids ... Can't live with 'em ... Can't shoot 'em!
Pack pack kill kill
May I ask what happened to your last revolver?' 'It turned into a sword.' 'Of course it did.' 'And then the ghouls probably stole it.' Cabal smiled with an expression so close to fondness that it made Horst stare. 'The naughty rapscallions.
Ng Security Industries Semi-Autonomous Guard Unit #A-367 lives in a pleasant black-and-white Metaverse where porterhouse steaks grow on trees, dangling at head level from low branches, and blood-drenched Frisbees fly through the crisp, cool air for no reason at all, until you catch them.
Szpindel's eyebrows drew together like courting caterpillars.
The bullets are gun-eggs," Collingswood said to Baron, looking at Vardy. Farmers squeezing their holy metal beasts to percussive climax, fertilisation by cordite expulsion, violent ovipositors. Seeking warm places full of nutrients, protecting baby guns deep in the bone cages, until they hatched.
Most people would say 'the deets', but I say 'the tails'. Just another example of innovation.
What's good in the hood?
The human. Now you know all about your target
Do you want me to shoot thee, ingles? ... quieres? it is nothing.
Silenus or Nymphs and
Barking spiders!
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I'ma call my guns jumpers, cause my bullets just leapin to 'em.
Hey, sister buzz-kill," she said languorously to Jen. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"I don't know," Jen retorted. "What died and crawled up your ass?"
There were times I regretted being an only child. This wasn't one of them.
small bottle of penicillin tablets.
Fictions, whoppers and paradiddles.
Comming from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
The French - cheese-eating surrender monkeys. The Germans - schnitzel snarfing stormtrooper spawn.
Zapped while zipping.
When we were unloading or going into a restaurant, the raisin got stepped on and smeared like a flapjack. The Hawk was displeased when he saw that. "Goddamn," he growled, "I gave you guys a hundred to get off cigarettes. I'll give you two hundred to get rid of these damn raisins!
So we have giant super-smart vipers who slithered in here, killed our people, opened the vault, stole something from it, and slithered out, undetected?"
"Appears so."
"Okay. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't something dangerous.
A pox on all meads!
Mosquitoes, how wonderful! No one puts them in cages or makes pets out of them.
Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey. Bring it. I've got time to wash blood off my boots.' - Evalle
Let's go get the slug gun and shoot some cats
red-hot fireflies
I am killed them quick, but they are killing me slow. [Jim Browner in 'The Adventure of the Cardboard Box']
I can't help but be amazed at the power such small, unassuming animals wield over us; they so easily break down our defences.
Tell me a story,' demanded Fireflyer.
'Why? Do you eat them, too, then?'
'Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with the dots get stuck in your teeth and the esses sometimes slide down inside your vest and tickle.
You said nothing to me of the newspaper clippings."
"No, because you were displaying ... snippiness yesterday."
"Snippiness?" he asked.
"It's a word."
"I think not."
"I'll ask Books when we get back.
I looked around for a fly to kill
Syphilis. Lots and lots of magically delicious Syphilis.
throwing stones through the windows of the Riddle House. They
Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.
Kill Japs, kills Japs, kill more Japs!
They looked so dangerous, like alligators. Really fast alligators wearing black. Ninja alligators. I decided not to use that one on Megan.
The Guns, Thank God, The Guns ...
If you so much as snicker, I will kill you all.
Snuffy and the Bull is one of several short stories from a time in our history which has been woven into the quilt of America and found within the eclectic tapestry of our culture.
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
Sandworms ... you know I hate 'em!
your second-hand bicycles in the alleyways
So what brings you to this killing pickle?
things riding mules
Jesus's bloody tears.
Extremely dangerous drug-related occupations for which decoy served as a paid audition of sorts. A start weapons system was a wise investment. The
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
Pennsylvania one year paid out $90,000 in bounties for the killing of 130,000 owls and hawks to save the state's farmers a slightly less than whopping $1,875 in estimated livestock losses. (It is not very often, after all, that an owl carries off a cow.)
Cats. Furry little sociopaths that we invite into our homes.
Soothe and sly stamina with a short sword they slice
They are beyond precise making the victim pay the price
Something's nibbling my spleen!
rolling eye balls
You're pissed I laid it out and you're gonna go nurse your snit
my eye lest I be invaded by
panchitos, blacks,
What weighs six ounces, sits in a tree, and is dangerous?"
"A sparrow with a machine gun."
"Or course
The ones that don't kill you don't count.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
I always shot scorpions with the .22 pistol.
Zola smills, smuggles, what is that word? What is it, that word for the happy teeth??
Dylan Quinn's knickers,
The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.
Mouth cat's-cradled with filaments of gleaming cheese.
Tell me, Peppone, what other talents do you have besides erasing undesirables?"
"I enjoy a fair bit of sneaking, sir. I also enjoy pilfering and killing as a professional courtesy."
"What a delightfully horrid urchin you are."
"Thank you, sir.
Your trench. The lice were "chats," the food was
Lungs, they do not like to be messed with. I give pneumonia one star and that's for the silent p.
It eats at me. And if it eats at me, I'm going to make sure it eats at (my team).
Small Planes, Large Fences, and a Rather Daunting Number of Zombie Kangaroos, Because That Is Exactly What This Day Needed
This is for all the little Stingers
Blasted spam pigeons!
licks donkey crotch,