Monday’s Finish the story is here again :-D.
Thirty-three ozt shifts are looong! I was tired of watching storms wander the continent, while the natives prepared for ‘war‘ again. Besides, Wimble’s fourth tentacle was oozing its way towards Ninto. I didn’t want to be here when she strangled him. And Mitbit hadn’t appeared in eleven ozt.
“Oh, oh! Extra anchovies!” Herstil smacked his mouth.
“And hold the pineapple!” yelled Ninto and Zoofle, as I wriggled through the transper…
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