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FEBRIZIUM();_ said Buggeroff, and the foul smell immediately disappeared as if by, well _ Magic.

He spoke in a trembling voice that didn__ seem to be entirely in sync with the movement of his lips. That__ because sound travels slower in halitosis.

It had been an embarrassing moment, like the one you get when you realize for the first time that you have what it takes to become an accountant.

Many things have been compared to a brick, mainly as a tribute to their intellect or to their aerodynamic characteristics.

Simon did not solve problems, he just shamed them into going away.

The coding was anachronistic, kind of like bokeh in a renaissance painting.

At the last moment, she remembered that her Master might be watching her and, knowing that good girls bend at the knees while bad girls bend at the waist, she picked up the cigar butt, as it were, in style.

Merkin had used only one drop of the __ust soap._ Two drops would have made her Master walk slightly awkwardly. Three drops would have made a Victorian gentleman utter something really lustful, such as __ou transfix me quite.

There was a rare quality about Nurse Grace__ smile. It was the knowledge that sooner or later her smile would inspire some witty observer to say something around the lines of, __very time you do this, an angel farts_.

Let__ just say that once the party was over, the Tribe had the decency to put most of the things back into place with the possible, and otherwise notable, exception of the platypus and a moronic drinking game that later evolved into the imperial measurement system.

Alas, between the __houldn___ and the __houldn__ have___hat is precisely where life happens.