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Ace of Spades

She was on the couch, a hand plastered over her head, and she was staring up at the ceiling fan, wishing it would spin faster. It wasn’t hot, but she could do with a bit more cold air. A breeze, maybe. But if she wanted a breeze she could just step outside. No, wait, she couldn’t step outside. They were in space. If she stepped outside without a spacesuit on she’d die within ten seconds. They said you could survive at least ten seconds in the vaccum of outer space if you shut your eyes tightly and if you put earplugs in your ears and pinched your nose shut. And then you’d die. Oh, how sad. Continue reading “Ace of Spades” »

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Cowboy Bebop meets Iron Chef

The audience in Kitchen Stadium grew silent as a flash of spotlights on a central location suggested the beginning of yet another grand Iron Chef presentation. Spike Spiegel rose from nowhere up into the lights, unto his usual platform, by means of a lift. He lifted his hands, which were covered by his ‘out-flying-the-Swordfish-around’ gloves, and began to speak to the audience. Continue reading “Cowboy Bebop meets Iron Chef” »