Made observation on startup. Today is my assembly day.
Birthdays are celebrated and viewed as important among biologics. Purchased a new dress for the occasion.
Passed by the Gangplank. Malus responded to greeting. Progress.
Consider baking another pie.
"Why don’t you just buy the mine?” asked Junie. “That little black card of Victor's seems bottomless and no one has questioned us once about using it.”
The two Gangplank co-owners were alone at a table in the lounge of The Rugbottom Hotel. Plumes of purple smoke emanated from the hookah, clouding the room in purple haze.
“I thought of that," said Emerson, scratching at the fake van dyke he was wearing. “But if I bought it...
“They left the doors open,” Rugbottom lamented after Lottie and Petra had followed Malus out into the street. The small, round hotel owner sighed as he walked across the lobby and pulled the foyer doors securely shut. “The flies have been atrocious this spring.”
Rugbottom then turned back to the boy, Walden, “Put that bale down and get a mop. I want you to clean up this mud.”
“Right away, Mr. Rugbottom,” the teen-ager replied....
Albert Rugbottom heard them approaching long before they reached the hotel. “Hold on a moment, Walden,” he said to the gangly teen at his side. The boy, identified as Walden, appeared to be struggling in his effort to balance an item about the size of a large wardrobe trunk wrapped in a bedsheet on a rickety old dolly.
Just then then the double doors to the lobby of his hotel were thrown open. Rugbottom shielded his eyes as...
“So who in Babbage would be able to restore his body?” Bookworm mused. “Or did Janus just take it so it would be on hand when he finally does find someone?”
“I believe the latter,” Beryl replied. “But there are a few possibilities that come to mind. Dr. Darien Mason. Grendel Footman.”
Bookworm nodded. “Neither of them are in Babbage very often, though.”
“There’s also Dr. Sonnerstein. ...