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"So you're back," Cecil welcomed Robert home. "So proud of you, big brother."
"And you may imagine the..." -- Bob shuddered lightly -- "...'warm, fuzzy feeling' I got hearing you say that." His
voice was icy with sarcasm, as usual, but more tired than always. "How sweet. Think I need a root canal."
Cecil just stared at him with an air of boredom. "Ah, hush up." He then looked away from Bob, and cocked his head
to one side.
"I see you've brought company..."
"What...?" The expression on Bob's face turned to one of puzzlement, then to concern, and once he looked behind
him, to annoyance; for Katherine stood there casually.
"Ta-dah." she simply stated.
"You followed me?!" Bob inquired rather loudly, his hands almost automatically landing on his hips in annoyance.
It was throughout that evening that Bob an
-ma vie, the ruse: part 2--ma vie, the ruse: part 2- in Humor More Like This
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Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in
-ma vie, the ruse: part 1--ma vie, the ruse: part 1- in Humor More Like This
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"Wow! Radioactive Man Vs. Wussycat: When The Claws Come Out!"
Bart Simpson gaped upon the comic book in the window of the Android's Dungeon & Baseball Card Shop. "Man,
only a few of even the most elite comic book collectors own *that* one! Aah, how I admire their strength of
much moolah, their grace and bravery of their never begging their parents..."
Milhouse Van Houten loosened his fixed gaze upon the book, and shifted his glance to Bart. "Yeah, they're
known as the Wussies!"
Bart blinked at him puzzledly.
"Er..they're still trying to come up with a new club name."
After a few more minutes of worshipping, the admiring silence was disturbed by the hoarse, slightly-scratchy,
threatening voice of a certain bully. Oh, no.
"Hey, Four-Eyes!" Nelson Muntz called out, standing behind the two boys, and with two other boys behind him
in a rather 'bodyguard' fashion.