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Line 40: − − ---- − The large man floated down from the sky to investigate, his head bobbing back and forth to the tune of some music that apparently only he could hear. − − "Chingedy-ching!" he exclaimed upon seeing the devastation his sack had caused. − − Everyone backed away as he approached the body, expecting to see something miraculous. Instead, the man just turned around to face them and said, "Well hey, at least he went quickly, right? Hey, does anyone here have a cookie? I've been flying all night, and boy are my arms killing me. A cookie would sure hit the spot right about now." − − ---- − So it was that, two years after he first began, St. Racine was in prison for 26 counts of alleged manslaughter and destruction of public property despite his claims that he had given the Groklinite as gifts to the children, who then burned down the orphanage in a fit of rage. − − His troupe of helpers again gathered around the monument to collect all of the items that had been left by the mourners. As they were going around distributing the items to orphans they heard laughter coming from above them. They looked up to spot a large man wearing the traditional fuzzy red garb of an Agassian monk, followed by a flying donkey with a large sack on its back. − − All of a sudden, the sack slipped off the donkeys back and fell on one of the men, crushing him to death instantly.
A Night At The Wessonian (view source)
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So it was that, two years after he first began, St. Racine was in prison for 26 counts of alleged manslaughter and destruction of public property despite his claims that he had given the Groklinite as gifts to the children, who then burned down the orphanage in a fit of rage.
His troupe of helpers again gathered around the monument to collect all of the items that had been left by the mourners. As they were going around distributing the items to orphans they heard laughter coming from above them. They looked up to spot a large man wearing the traditional fuzzy red garb of an Agassian monk, followed by a flying donkey with a large sack on its back.
All of a sudden, the sack slipped off the donkeys back and fell on one of the men, crushing him to death instantly.
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The large man floated down from the sky to investigate, his head bobbing back and forth to the tune of some music that apparently only he could hear.
"Chingedy-ching!" he exclaimed upon seeing the devastation his sack had caused.
Everyone backed away as he approached the body, expecting to see something miraculous. Instead, the man just turned around to face them and said, "Well hey, at least he went quickly, right? Hey, does anyone here have a cookie? I've been flying all night, and boy are my arms killing me. A cookie would sure hit the spot right about now."
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"Who... are you?" asked one of the group-members.
"Who... are you?" asked one of the group-members.
And with that, he picked up his sack, slung it over his donkeys back again, and flew away, shouting "Chingedy-ching!" as he disappeared into the evening sky.
And with that, he picked up his sack, slung it over his donkeys back again, and flew away, shouting "Chingedy-ching!" as he disappeared into the evening sky.
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