Larceny Olympics (part 1)
"yeah, yeah, bentley," mai growls in an annoyed tone of voice, "how do you suggest we get into this funhouse?" "you're gonna have to sneak by some of the guards." bentley says dejectedly.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter
Like a wax figure pulled from an episode of _leave it to beaver_, half melted and then reflected through a dozen funhouse mirrors. ignoring the pain, i rolled to my feet and gripped splatsy in both hands.
A secret shared
To be completely honest, he half expected it to somehow be like a funhouse mirror, hideously warping his reflection into something horrible.
Hellrider
His wheels were solid steel, that much was clear, a highly-polished chrome that warped its surroundings even as it reflected them, like a miniaturized funhouse mirror.
The Flattening
Today was one of those days where it looked back and forth like one was inside a funhouse.
Chapter 1
Getting a good look was easy enough, since this was one of those mirror-lined funhouse elevators. he had what looked like very specialized microscopes for eyes.
The Carnival
Still, he followed each turn willingly feeling like he'd come to the end of the funhouse at any moment. when he finally did a bright light burned at the end of the hall and in the windows.
My Only Option: Part I
I looked across the room to see a large funhouse mirror, bearing a stretched and distorted image of me. i reached out to the mirror, but my image failed to do the same. the glass shattered at my touch and scattered across the floor.
Beta Alpha Alpha
It was like a trashy funhouse, yet i never got to see much. i struggled to keep up with the ram, though not because he moved particularly fast. it was just the smell. it seemed to toy with my mind, make my perceptions move slower.
Tipping Handsomely
"we didn't get caught at the carnival, and we were a hell of a lot more bold there, i think... you buttfucked me in the funhouse, remember?" "i _remember,"_ desmond hissed. "keep your voice down."
The Tomb of Golden Desire
He could see his own distorted reflection moving, flickering over their polished hides like a pornographic funhouse mirror.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Five
"ximon, you couldn't keep him away from this funhouse if ya tried." "rock on, dude. my old man and i really appreciate you helping us out, especially when you're already dealing with some stuff of your own." "right now i'm not helping.