Doc Savage, January 1934
Written by PulpoftheDay on December 7th, 2009
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Bloody thing. It’s worse than the Rubix cube.
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Yo Tom Cruz! Who cut your hair? It’s ‘perfect’.
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Sorry Wolfie, but this gadget takes six C size batteries. I’ll go buy some as soon as the stores open.
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To make a Pavlova firstly you separate the eggs….
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“Boys, quit playing with the styrofoam packing and get back to setting up the PlayStation!”
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“Not now, honey. I’m doing archaeology. Feels good, though…”
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“And now just a few butt cheek scratches, Oh Yeah! This Beotch is mine! Now everybody knows! Don’t you be punking with nobody else Doc! I mean it! I’d hafta hurt ya!”
7
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In his left hand, a sub critical mass of plutonium. In his right hand, a second sub critical mass of plutonium. On his shoulder, the devil. “Do it Doc, you know you wanna…”
8
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“Aw jeez – this bottle of pheromone got broken in the mail!”