I was almost knocked down by the squealing porcine form that barrelled down my dark passageway. As I turned into the parlour I found myself agog at the gaggle of gorgeous girls gathered before me. Heinz had no doubt fled in shame at the ill-fitting lederhosen I insisted the rotund little German wear.
Twixt Earth and Moon lie creatures whose existence I’d never even suspected. Unless you peer upwards through a device wrought by the dark astronomical arts you’d never perceive them. Vile,
In which Franklyn unwisely leaves his laboratory unattended so he can enjoy a snifter at the club. His inhuman experiments on near-humans prove to be ill-advised and even brandy cannot resolve the ensuing fracas.
Oh the horror of humanity. Their dreadful lowing as they mimble incompetently. The noisome clots of mankind, reeking enthusiastically. Their hateful prattle drove me to a killing spree. But all
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