Barry the beardless envied the fellows with their luxurious manes, and preened moustaches. Sometimes, late at night when he was home alone and had the curtains pulled tight, he would don a beard he had made out of his cats' fur and prance about stroking his fake follicles, dreaming of magnificent hairy chin hedges bursting forth from his slimy façade.
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Al vivo todo le falta, y al muerto todo le sobra.
"Oh my! Why, I never!" Edna pulled her scarf tighter around her head as she continued hobbling down the pavement.
The neighbourhood was really in a rough state these days, Edna thought to herself. Maybe she really should look into joining one of those nice mature communities that her kids kept badgering her about. She made a mental note to look over the pamphlet again once she got home.
"You know you can't afford the organic one," said a small voice next to her left ear. "Plus, I mean, come on! Who's heard of coconuts that aren't organic? The ruddy things virtually spew out of palm trees. No pesticides or fertilizer required. It's a giant coconut scam is what that is. Trust me, you'll be fine with the regular one."
Martha nodded. Penny had a point.
She placed the regular coconut milk in her basket.
The prize, and favorite, specimen in Professor Luftuttle's menagerie, was the rare and beautiful Nepenthesaurus. She seemed to think very highly of the professor as well. Of course, it probably helped that he always had some succulent Theraphosa blondi's with him every time he visited his beloved pet. She did love her spiders.
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"Do you know where I left my keys? I seem to have misplaced them. Hopefully I can find them before tonight's ritual opening of the door to the unspeakable horror dimension. The boys down at the portalarium will be quite irritated if I don't have the keys to the door.
"Okay, retrace my steps. That usually works right?
"I got some murder porridge from the fridge. Then I sat down to watch a bit of Yog-Sothoth's Space-Time Almanac. Then I used the little-cultist's room. Hmmm... those keys have to be around here somewhere."
After getting distracted several times, Sven finally found his keys five hours later. They were in his pocket.