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August 09, 2005
Volume 5, Issue 9
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Tell us about mother Marinda.
Laurence - God bless us. Each and ev- *THUD*
Scrooge looked at the anonymous headstone and laughed.
"Is this what you brought me here for, Spirit?" he cackled. "Who in blazes is this?"
Death's skeletal hand reached into his robe, pulled out a dusty ledger, and shrugged.
"Ummmmmmmm," it said. "Dunno. Sorry."
"This means nothing," said Scrooge. "I can afford the best doctors. The best of the best. I've got plenty of sand in my hourglass, asshole."
When Scrooge woke up, he hired a few men from the docks to pay Cratchitt's family a visit.
"KILL!"
Let's just say that Tiny Tim wasn't the only one who needed crutches.
Ted: A Highwayman Returns Home
I wept beside her grave when I finally found it. She was buried in the poorest cemetary in town, only 61. I remember her as a strong woman, both in body and spirit. My conviction broke her heart though. She never came to visit while I served my sentence. That I had disappointed her broke my heart. The jailers never even gave me the news she was dead. I vowed the day I got my freedom to forswear my evil ways, only to discover she had died two years earlier. She never even told me where she hid the loot.
Michele: All Of Us Food That Hasn't Died
They came out at night, when the shadows of dusk faded and all that was left was a blackened stillness that, within minutes, became bloated with sound.
The buzzing was incessant and maddening and continued until dawn broke each morning, when they stopped their hunt for flesh and blood.
One night the creak of a door was heard among the buzzing. Marinda walked into the blackness and let them feed upon her, their beaks like hooks in her flesh, ripping her skin from her bones, dining and slurping until at last they were sated.
And they were heard no more.