Feet First
We're oscar-mike!" slipping into an alcove, clarence followed private jenkins through a low door built for cornerian stature.
Fallen Angels, Part Nine - Sing me a Song, Dead Girl
#9 of fallen angels chapter eight - sing me a song, dead girl when oscar peterson played the phantom cat in 1986, a young jesse juliano captured a photo of him. he framed it and hung it on the wall, next to the upright piano.
SetUp / Katábasis
-yo soy oscar. sabes... la profe de sociales no quiere que utilicemos ordenadores... dice que es mejor escribir sobre papel... que así sentimos mas el tiempo de las eras pasadas y esas cosas...
MK Ultimate (C2, Act1, Book3)
You missed my oscar award winning performance. c'mon." donovan groaned then opened his eyes. "groggy." "yeah, they gave you another shot to wake you up. you okay?"
Chapter III: Run Wild and Run Free, Part Two
One could argue that he was being more oscar wilde than wildebeast; the lack of action was boring. meanwhile, a large model of new york was displayed; red parts meant that the superbeasts controlled it and green was the environment bunch’s.
The P-Word
And considerate as always, i made extra sure not to give him any unsolicited pats on the shoulder when i gave him my oscar-winning apology. "i just wanted to let you know that i'm so sorry... that _you_ were offended by what i said."
Hunter's Moon: Blitzkrieg
"okay, we're oscar mike" the pilot replied, pulling on his control column. the gray craft lifted into the early morning sky. in the pitch-black, it was gone immediately. the only sign of its presence were its blinking strobes.
Fire Branded Leather: Night Life
Will thought to davies and oscar. "yeah, i do, but it's not the same." glancing over to her, he smiled. "they don't have the right number of chromosomes."
Ship Wave 4: New Year's Eve
An official royal trident delivery message especially to be sent to oscar snowdon. with his sharp claw, he tears it open with his index finger. a single folded paper written by the cruise lines' president's own words.
Vector's Memoirs; The Chaotix That Was (Part Four)
"praying to saint oscar, vector?" i didn't scramble to my feet, as most would've done, but contentedly rose at a snail's pace.
Exile: Fearless
"we all know you're going to grow up a lonely virgin who beats himself off while watching desperate housewives and singing: i'm an oscar-meyer wiener." "hey, look who's talking, mister i've never had a girlfriend." dirk humorously shot back.
The Hunters
I should an oscar for that, or something. "a few others will stay behind to protect the pups and the females who are bearing pups. everyone else, surround the area and use the bushes and trees for cover. let's move!"