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• Quote #570 The night passed like a kidney stone
  painfully and with the help of major sedatives....
• Quote #569 "Handful of Meat" was, unfortunately, more than just the name of Carl's band.
  -- R. Patton's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #568 The moon was full, the hot-dog-eating contest was over, and I had a lot of throwing up to do.
  -- G. Thorn's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #571 Done with slaughtering nuns and the infirmed out of cyber-lust, Mandroid turned his optical probes towards a more pastoral (and spiritually recondite) existence.
  -- D. Slade's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #572 As the fading light of a dying day filtered through the window blinds, Roger stood over his victim with a smoking .
  45, surprised at the serenity that filled him after pumping six slugs into the bloodless tyrant that mocked him day after day, and then he shuffled out of the office with one last look back at the shattered computer terminal lying there like a silicon armadillo left to rot on the information superhighway....
• Quote #551 The wind attacked the house with a voracious appetite
  lapping hungrily at the eaves, whipping the gutter refuse into a frothy shake of leaves and dirt, while rattling the slate shingles like an orphan banging his plate for more....
• Quote #554 Rodney knew that he was going to die a horrible
  creaming, unspeakable death, when he arrived on the bridge in a uniform that did not match the others, was referred to only as "yeoman" and was to be sent planetside with Captain Kirk and the regular away team....
• Quote #559 The first bullet entered and exited Ed's abdomen, penetrated his elbow, reentered his body and exited his buttocks, severing a tendon there
  he second entered through the right side of his neck, missing all of the major structures and exiting through the fro...
• Quote #553 The battered starship bucked and yawed in the frigid belly of the interstellar ion storm
  her tortured steel deckplates screaming as they were mercilessly wrenched by the lashing gravity tide waves, the ship's disaster alarms blaring madly and the crash lighting casting an eerie red glow in the smoke-filled bridge as StarCaptain Lazlo Permute, gripping the diskette containing the necessary navigation coordinates to finally escape the storm, waited for the elevator door to the bridge to go "ding" and open....