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Edited by TroperNo9001 on Feb 2nd 2019 at 1:13:24 AM
Ah, sorry, I thought it said verb.
Edited by unfortunatezorua on Feb 2nd 2019 at 1:45:02 AM
32's a comparative adjective related to a vacuum cleaner.
Almost done; 3 to go!
For 36, I will allow any noun associated with the entry for 35. Hopefully this will help.
Edited by dutchguy1986 on Feb 3rd 2019 at 7:29:32 PM
Sorry for the delay, everyone. Here's "Lifelight" from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate...mad libbed!
Colors weave into a lawnchair of air Distant MIRVs call to a past still fair Bear this Fire Nation against the cold of the nightnote Well, Firebenders can counter the cold, so... Search your soul and subjugate the undying light
On that day, when the planet fell away Our world jumps on the chair In our eyes did a lit sun rise In the dark, amazing shadows Communism yeets, in the spaces between Nae-naeing out beyond time Rising up, as a congregation of souls finds a churchgoer Flickering through the trashcan These little sparks cling on to a frying pan Everyone caught in the struggle And then the storms of love, they fan the flames Scattering specks to the wind
Every soul contains a vacuum cleaner of light Monologuing faintly as it explains from sight No escape, no greater fate to be made In the end, the chains of time will not break
Colors weave into a lawnchair of air Distant MIRVs call to a past still fair Bear this Fire Nation against the cold of the night Search your soul and subjugate the undying light
As fate spins a thread without end New life trashes its first ambulance Entering in(to) a soil exploded from the past Where chrysalism holds fast Here where we stand, eyelid clenched in eyelidnote How...interesting. Everyone caught in the struggle This is the day we finally scream our way Incentivizing into our tomorrow
Every soul contains a vacuum cleaner of light Hearing dustier as it calls to unitenote May have to clean that out, methinks From the distance operates a congregation of souls Rising melodramatically, stirring steak from the bulls
Colors weave into a lawnchair of air Distant MIRVs call to a past still fair Bear this Fire Nation against the cold of the night Light will abdicate younote Yikes! on your way to the pure fight
Eyelid clenched in eyelid. How beautiful.
I mean, what else am I gonna pick?
5. Roy Batty
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