Relax
Today was the day that she would browse la petit mortis, a special store for her particular needs tomorrow. she had always been curious about that place but was either too ashamed to or too afraid to.
Radioactive Toy (or The Post-Apocalypse Pygmalion) Part 2
Was rigour mortis about to set in? he stared into eyes that had long ago given up and whimpered. okay. so he still felt a little warm. there was no pulse, no breathing. clint really had just passed in the night.
It ain't all about the size, but it helps Part 2
Complete rigor mortis. second, your talk show taste is terrible too, please don't rub it on my boss." "oh, believe me, i'm sure i've rubbed a lot of things on your boss already." the fennec winked at them.
6 - Mousing Around
"this is tavi and mom has morty. they can't sleep together or we'll have lots of little bunnies and there are too many of those. oh! are you and mommy going to sleep together? you can make **lots** more mouseypines." "i, uh ..."
Cyber Mind Crimes
They watch as the ceo is taken out covered by a sheet which rigor mortis has made into a tent situation. "i have notification systems in place thanks to you whenever fen's feed gets tapped." "and you made it into a pay per view?"
An Unexpected Evening
His hands went into rigor mortis as they too splayed and shortened, new claws emerging and pads spreading across his hand and palm.
Bobtails in Question
"morty," she whispered, not wanting to yell or anything. but seeing that the raccoon had gravitated over to the silverware table. he was sorting through the spoons!
The World is Outside
Even with morty's new shield matrix?" a pause. "i think it'll hold them out." she had faith in her husband's technological savvy. "well, don't ask me. nothin' has happened yet," petra said, making a face.
Haunted House Party: Truth or Dare
"from rick and morty?" "y- yeah! d- do you watch it?" he asked her. "no," she said, stepping up onto the wide porch. morgan slipped inside the house and a blast of warm air buffeted her.
All in the Mind
mortis... venit. it sounds like latin. what does it mean?" anya looked up at orville and actually took a step back. his skin was very pale, even the black patches had turned grey.
Hyla Brokenfang and the Eye of a God
And then she saw him falling, lips drawn back in a snarl that would never leave him, etched in by rigor mortis. she saw him stuffing his face on fresh-cooked fish. she saw him on the ground, unmoving.
Manufacturing Maness
The color of her pelt is already starting to pale as if rigor mortis is trying to settle in if only the necrotic energies keeping animate would only allow it.