Phillip looked around and in one lunge shoved the icepick through the head of the drankle from Neptune. He whirled back the other way and choped the head of the godding from Saturn off with the thin slicer razor. "Go ahead and make my day you kings of New England, you princes of Venus!" he exclaimed as he drilled seven holes in the feet of the large zombie from Pluto.
"Ouch," cried the zombie, "__________________________________________________________________________________________!"
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