Apocalypse: Branch Chapter Five
We got a few strange looks as we followed some markers on the street corners to a large building with a sign out front that said "mess hall" in large print and "first meals free" in smaller print underneath.
Chapter 17: Spark of Imagination
I hope at least the paw prints came out clearly." she sarcastically. renno's eyes go wide he turns around and grabs minetz. "the paw prints the paw prints." he shakes the little thono. minetz voice tremulates in sync with the shaking.
Aspiring Authors Toll Road to Publication
Richard puts the cycle of failed sales as such, "the book is printed, shipped, shelved.
The Legend of Spyro - Sins of the past - Chapter 7: New day
'soft ground should leave good prints' he thought. however it took nearly two hours before he could find any reasonable prints. 'fourlegged creature, weight about 60-70 kg has walk trough here.' spyro started to follow peen prints.
Bull an' Fox -00 Timotay in Trouble
Someone had left their finished printing unshelved.
Every Geek's Dream
He tried printing again. again, there were no problems. then she printed yet another time, this time with similar cryptic message. unexpectedly, fouw could print it again without problems. "this is pretty odd all right", fouw muttered.
Wolf River - Chapter 2
Her tracks were small compared to the creature's, like comparing an adult's prints to a pup's.
Grant's Rampage 1.0
In essence, the printing job was sent to a network of printers and the in order to print, he needed to swipe his pass and it would retrieve his job from the network.
It all began with a bleep
The printer there had already began to print out a long piece of paper, the analysis of the signal. the professor grabbed it, holding to the endless-sheet, as the printer kept printing.
Playground of the Bitch Goddess
A person with the eagle eye like alarice could see the paw print left behind by this time, and the paw print from her former step. they were getting steadily larger, and steadily deeper.
That Holiday Scent
Gasped the otter, who was standing in front of the tree in his black silk boxers that sported a printed string of christmas lights and the phrase "murry christmas" printed across the rear. "no way, alex!
Sam.
. - my prints are still there see.. - sam argues, mov his paws from his front. i smile. - mine's too - i say, showing mine's, however one of my paws was still holding my weenie through the pull-up.