1 line, s'all you get

[steveo]

Billy and his parents lived at the end of Rosetta drive in a run down aluminum trailer, the kind with the propane tank on the back and the two foot-tall crawlspace underneath where the dogs would hide from the summer heat.
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Shihan of Martial Arts Sandwich Making and author of Christopher Ford, Amateur Paranormalist

[Hetta]

[TechnoAtheist]

Mind you, otherwise, they were nice enough folk, always with a wave and a smile as they drove by in their massive hovertanks, but Billy knew he wouldn't be inviting him to the Church dinner any time soon.
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The Grayhound Chronicles
"TGC is less like a web serial and more like the Al Azif in bite-size form."
--~Steve-o

[steveo]

Besides, Gran'ma swore that, bein' from Jupiter or Neptune or wherever, they were more'n likely Lutherans, or maybe Methodists.
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Shihan of Martial Arts Sandwich Making and author of Christopher Ford, Amateur Paranormalist

[Hetta]

So now the dang dogs were gone again, like they always were on the fifth of September.

[TechnoAtheist]

He knew where the dogs were, of course, since it was hard not to notice the three hundred meter radio transmitter dish they'd built out of squeeky toys and Beggin' Strips next to the kennel, but that didn't mean he'd be as foolish as ol' man McGurt was and actually go for a look at what they were up to.
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The Grayhound Chronicles
"TGC is less like a web serial and more like the Al Azif in bite-size form."
--~Steve-o

[Hetta]

"I s'pose that them dang dawgs called them dang aliens down upon us", said gramps once more, and got out his shotgun; granma tried to stop him again, but this time it was futile.

[steveo]

Bill knew better'n to try and talk Grandpa down from a caffeine high, even if the shotgun was unloaded; besides, no sense walking into the radioactive wastes just to save a dog or two.
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Shihan of Martial Arts Sandwich Making and author of Christopher Ford, Amateur Paranormalist

[TechnoAtheist]

Gran'pa raised his shotgun and shouted something incomprehensible as the blinding bolt of energy reduced him to a pile of ash right next to the pile that had previously been ol' man McGurt.
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The Grayhound Chronicles
"TGC is less like a web serial and more like the Al Azif in bite-size form."
--~Steve-o

[TechnoAtheist]

Billy sighed, "Gran'pa, you knew them dogs had a mean streak..."
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The Grayhound Chronicles
"TGC is less like a web serial and more like the Al Azif in bite-size form."
--~Steve-o

[Maracus]

Which was nothing compared to what the cats had done to auntie last spring.

[Hetta]

Good thing then that the cats didn't matter anymore - they hadn't been seen since the unfortunate incident with the appletree, the tomato soup and the stepladder.

[TechnoAtheist]

"Billy?", the now recently widowed Gran'ma screamed from the living room, "the dad-burned talkin' news head is makin' me miss mah shows ag'in!"
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The Grayhound Chronicles
"TGC is less like a web serial and more like the Al Azif in bite-size form."
--~Steve-o

[Hetta]

"Oh dang," moaned Billy, "of course gramps had to take the remote control with him. Anybody want to retrieve it?"

[steveo]

Billy looked down from the stump he was sitting on at the twins, who both shrugged and went back to playing with dirt, as unwilling to get involved as Billy was; besides, Gran'ma had a few of Gramps in deep freeze and Billy had an appointment at the orange grove.
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Shihan of Martial Arts Sandwich Making and author of Christopher Ford, Amateur Paranormalist