Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 10
As they mopped up the last of the resistance, lars, with an rpg tube in one hand and a crowbar in the other, found darren, crumpled up against a dead canine with a wiry coat of fur. lars stared at darren's work condescendingly.
Alduin’s Blade
The nord grumbled something as he pulled his horned helmet down over his mop of hair, his sword held tightly in his hand. he strode forward, head held high, and for the moment looking like the hero the dragonborn was supposed to be.
'Night Dad
He fumbled with the last word a couple times, pronouncing it anything but properly as oba trashed the soiled pull-up and mopped up the big puddle of water he'd himself deposited all over the floor with colby's dirty shirt.
Crisis
Humphrey is a strong wolf, kip knows that with certainty the most experienced wolf would mop the floor with him in a fight. the three wolves get to the center of the valley where alpha are assembled in a circle. "zach where were you?!"
R&T VS B.U.Z.Z
Have to go through this, me and tsume don't need anybody else were perfect on our own" "yes but just think of it" "please , stop your not getting anywhere with begging" "what makes her so perfect there's only the two of you and you think that you can mop
Chris Cross: The Family Business
She gestured out of the door and christopher walked into the room, wearing a crisp and well fitting academy slacks and jacket, his mop of silvery hair well groomed but still covering one eye partially.
Torpedo Run Chapter 26
If the barrage had the desired effect, fist of the nascent dawn would be able to rocket free of the star of aden, giving her crew a chance to mop up the enemy boarders.
My New Best Friend Chapter 2: The Theater fight
Alex got up and grabbed some towels and started mopping the floor as riolu sat quietly in the middle of his small pool. when alex was done cleaning he kneeled in front riolu and started putting some shampoo in the puppy's head. "rio..mmm".
Seeker Origins: Chapter Eleven
"need me to mop up some more blackmailers for you?" "i sense a hint of sarcasm there." the canine laughed, placing both paws on the edges of the lab-table i was bound to.
A Correspondence of City Mice: York.
He mopped it up with a tissue. not long now, he hoped. it's not our fault that i did this. it's theirs. i didn't suffer. it feels kind of warm, actually. i put on the radio, and the music is relaxing, and i'm crying, but i'll be okay. promise.
Fallout: Birthdays and Last Days
His fingers clawed at the fragile wrapping, pieces of paper were torn and shred off the box, the pieces slowly floated to ground, landing on the black and white checkered floor that had recently been mopped the night before.
Rexville 17: Good Monday
"he kicked a mop bucket in the library and spilled it from the second floor and drenched it upon me." the raccoon stood there astounded on what he said. "wow, that's rough, buddy. you're okay?"