After Gargamel's death (pancreatic cancer), Azrael was forced out on the streets. But how would he live? Where could he go? Who would ever understand him again?
"Is she being ironic or just a bitch when she texts "hope you survive the Joust. ha ha ha. ROTF xoxo?" I'm supposed to think she's rolling around on the floor laughing and making kissing noises? Fuckin princesses, man... 'better be worth jousting for, I'll tell you that much."
"You've been my whole life for two years! I can't go back to the way things were. I was at a low-point when I met you, Mickey, you turned everything around. We made plans, I gave up things for you!" [breaking down...] "I want to speak to Minnie!!!" [sobbing] "...No, Mickey... no, Mickey... "
They were the kind of LA circle of friends that rarely got together, so Huntley's 30th was a good excuse. But by the time they cut the cake, it was obvious they'd run out of conversation. There was only so much Industry chit-chat you could make.
It was just a little game they played to get through the long press junkets, these two: Who could fart worse, silent but deadly, and never break their smile for the cameras. Boy, they had them some laughs...
Later though, in orbit, the malfunctioning air filters taught them the real meaning of Silent but Deadly.
Usually, Matt Damon liked to think he wasn't the type of actor who just "cashed a check" and "phoned it in." And prequels...weren't really his kind of thing. He sighed heavily.
Look, if the Farrellys sign on... what could it hurt?
Besides. He'd get the added satisfaction of throwing Kinnear a bone.
"You can't try when it comes to a chic Earth Day look, Virginia. It's fashion you've got to just feel. Then you can let the outfit happen more... I guess I'd say, organically?"
Tammy had been too young to remember Earth. She'd been too young to remember her human parents before she was Taken. So let's face it, thirty years later, CluckTon and B'Cawk were the only parents she'd ever known. And...
And she loved them, it's true. Tammy, it'sokay to say it.
"You're a stranger to our village, sir, but here we still believe in honor. And tradition. Any Man-Lore Pride Battle goes on as long as it has to. And the first-born son is always the weapon of choice."
Elmo bailed the second he got a girlfriend. Snuffalufagus got hooked on Meth. And Scooter?... well, Scooter'd never really been committed to the band, you know?
But Cookie Monster came to New York to make music.
He wasn't going back to Des Moines. Not now. Not ever.
No one ever asked Cheetara about her time on Thundera. There was something... something sad about that. It was hard, you know? When you just wanted someone to ask.
The letter had arrived magically in a burst of fairy glitter and giggles! Of all the little girls in the world, Denver Mackenzie's dream had come true!
She signed it quickly, before Mother had a chance to stop her.
By tomorrow, she'd have top-tier agents imagineering her first album.
"Technically, fine, yes, it's impressive. I just... Nigel, look, I'll be frank, I just don't see it as our mascot for the 2012 Games." "But see I think it really embodies that classic can-do Iron Baby flame-throwing spirit of London."
It had been Quentin's idea, naturally. They would stay and re-enact the events of that night as many times as it took-- until they discovered the true identity of the Kiddie Kruise Killer.
"N'yeah, my Dad? Um... maybe you've heard of him? Um, Daedalus? N'yeah, he's prolly like way smarter than your dad? N'yeah, I'm pretty sure he is? Cuz like. N'yeah. N' he said? I was like super-gifted? So... n'yeah, so... so suck it."
Quaid couldn't believe his eyes. Could this "Kuato" really be the mastermind behind the Neighborhood Homeowners' Resistence? And could he really trust the word of a mutant?
Fine, eating the poinsettia had just been a cry for help. But thistime...? This time they'd be sorry they ever named him Captain Toddlypops. They'd be sorry for a lot of things.
As Yearbook Editor, it was up to Julian to set an example. Your senior portrait should make a personal statement, and above all, have flair. His did both. With aplomb.
It was the friendships she'd remember most about Camp Winnetonka. The laughter around the campfire, her first kiss, semi-automatic rifle training. The saddest part was always how few of those friends survived.
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