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Simeon felt that the dragon we sizing him up, judging him, scrutinizing every inch of him.

The dragon only answered with an enigmatic look. Dragons have enigmatic looks down to a science. A dragon’s enigmatic look is so completely inscrutable that no one has ever been able to glean any information at all from them, except for the information that the dragon giving the look will not be giving any more information, and that this particular dragon is, in fact, proficient in the art and science of enigmatic look-giving. Simeon knew that the dragon would not give him any more answer than that.

Thomas Berkness was about to partake in biting off, chewing, and swallowing another piece of the slice of cold pizza for breakfast, of which he loved the delicious unique flavor of, that he had taken from the grease stained box called a pizza box, that contained four other of these slices of cold pizza for breakfast, of which he loved the delicious unique flavor of, when the phone, also known as a telephone, and while this form of a telephone, or a phone, was not, the first phone, or telephone, which was created by Alexander Graham Bell, who also created the gramophone, and his assistant Watson, which is also the name of Sherlock Holmes’s partner Watson, living at 22b Baker Street, and the name of James Dewey Watson, who was born 1928 and has not yet died, who shared the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1962 with Francis Harry Compton Crick, who was born 1916 and died in 2004, and Maurice Hugh Frederick Wilkins, who was also born 1916 and also died in 2004, which is kind of creepy, rung.

Thomas Berkness got to the bathroom, turned on the light, took a toothbrush, turned on the bathroom sink (not the kitchen one), wet the toothbrush, turned off the bathroom sink, took the toothpaste tube, unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste tube off, applied some toothpaste to the bristles of the toothbrush, put the cap back on the toothpaste tube, put the toothpaste tube back, and raised the toothbrush up to his teeth. Thomas Berkness scrubbed at his teeth once. Thomas Berkness scrubbed again. Thomas Berkness scrubbed at his glistening teeth, the toothpaste foaming, yet again. Thomas Berkness continued in this manner for about 2 minutes, and then spit in to the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink) all the frothy liquid that had formed in his mouth as a result of the brushing of his teeth. Thomas Berkness then rinsed out his mouth with water from the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink), by turning the water of the bathroom sink (not the kitchen sink) on, tightly cupping his hands, placing Thomas Berkness’s tightly cupped hands under the stream of water, filling the tightly cupped hands with water, and sipping the water into his mouth from the tightly cupped hands, uncupping his hands, swishing the water around in his mouth, and spitting the water out into the sink, tightly cupping his hands, placing Thomas Berkness’s tightly cupped hands under the stream of water, filling the tightly cupped hands with water, and sipping the water into his mouth from the tightly cupped hands, uncupping his hands, swishing the water around in his mouth, and spitting the water out into the sink, and turning off the sink.

Aet Lindling wrote:And I already have as many of those as I can fit in.

Sijaeus led them around the perimeter of the room, which was fairly circular in nature.

“No, I don’t need it,” I began to say, when I stopped.

Hitler was sitting there, peddling hand lotion.

Snoink wrote:

“No, I don’t need it,” I began to say, when I stopped.

Hitler was sitting there, peddling hand lotion.

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Their faces looked friendly enough, Crysi thought, peering descreetly through their masked faces. Masked isn’t the word I want to use, but it’s 5:30 in the morning and I haven’t slept at all -- stayed up all night -- and so I really, truly don’t care. Yay for stream-of-consciousness word padding. I wonder if the hyphenated words count as one word or three? I suppose I’ll find out. I should get back to the story now...

I pushed open the door. It was an old, wooden door that had been in the family for generations. Sure, the wood had been replaced a couple of times, and the hinges, but it was essentially the same door. Except not.

“I am cold, papa! I need clothes!” Armin laughed and walked to the hall. And this is the end of the chapter.