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eBook Category: Humor
eBook Description: [The full name of this eBook is: "A Truly Factual Account of the Return to the Planet of the Giant WereHand Shadow Puppet People Because They Somehow Escaped and Moved It Closer to Earth, Seriously Threatening The Existence of All Mankind By Convoluting Time, Space, and Plot"] Just in case you hadn't figured it out, "A Truly Factual Account of the Return to the Planet of the Giant WereHand Shadow Puppet People Because They Somehow Escaped and Moved It Closer to Earth, Seriously Threatening the Existence of All Mankind by Convoluting Time, Space, and Plot" is more deliciously bad horror from the author of "Attack of the Giant WereHand Shadow Puppet People from a Mysterious Blood Guzzling Planet in Another Dimension Beyond our Galaxy at the Center of Time."

eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2001

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Words: 2700
Reading time: 7-10 min.
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It 'twas a stark and dormant knight whom Deleon found slumped over a Hot Toady beneath the glaring shadows upon the tastefully furnished bar of London's Society for Fashionably Famous Scientists and Heroes Club. Deleon heaved a sigh, which was quite a bit better than most of what she'd been heaving that day. With a well-executed shrug of her well-formed shoulders, she said in a well-oiled voice which echoed deeply as if from the deep bottom of a well, "Well, Sir Morbius, it's just as well I've found you like this."

"Well said," said Morbius and passed out.

"Oh well." Deleon picked up his portly body and slung it over her shoulder. Nodding to the tastefully discreet and silent bartender, whose name was London, who said nothing but nodded back to her with a twinkling wink of his merry old English eyes, Deleon carried Morbius through the polished hardwood doors of the club, out into the humidly damp wetness of a bleak English evening, down a picturesque English street, up a blind English alley, within the solid yet seedy oaken door of the respectable yet disreputable English Hotel Mel, along a silent hallway which in its finer days had often been described as a quiet corridor, past three empty rooms of no consequence to the story whatsoever, under a tarnished brass number seven sign, and over the threshold of her own stark English lodgings. Then she dumped him on the bed.