The neighbors stayed for many hours. When Duke awoke he blundered into the living room and struck up a conversation with his new friends, apparently unaware of the scene he was creating.
The guests were beginning to complain of lack of sleep and hunger, but they were both unwilling to be the first to leave the party. By the time Fifa asked them to leave it was too late. Events had already spiraled out of control...
The guests eventually hauled their drooling, pissing carcasses out of the Flare-RULES household. Fifa put something to eat in the oven and Duke took the opportunity to make sausages. While her food was cooking Fifa stood in front of the mirror and made faces at herself until she nearly collapsed with hunger.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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