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T'was billing and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the momeraths outgrabe "Beware the Jabberwock my son. the jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Princess Titanium met with her oldest friend Vicky Long Knockings, on whom she can depend She is a gobby one, feisty as can be You wouldn't ever want her for an enemy Many years ago she had too many...
It was a normal day in Ooo, you know, slaying monsters and hanging with Jake and all that stuff.
I slipped quietly out of the passenger door and crept around to the trunk, popping it open to reveal the cache of weapons.
#bored. I'm a werewolf hunter, I'm actually one of a kind. You see werewolf's don't exist so its a bit like the blind leading the blind. I go out on a full moon with my silver knife and sack.
Rosie ran outside, into the snow. As she ran, all of her worries flew away. It fell, glittering gently to the ground. Rosie reached out to touch it.
My team began to prepare themselves for what lied ahead, we know that whatever we come across won't be friendly.
I leapt across the styx, leering at its feebleness. I had simply made my anchor to mortality a lock of my jet black hair.
I opened my eyes in shock, but it was a few seconds before the image swam into focus. It was the boy.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Genevieve looked madly around as the approaching demons closed the space between themselves and her team.