First Lines

“She’s on her way,” the old man murmurs to himself as he rocks gently in his chair, “death that is.”

Beginning of my WIP Untitled thus far.
 
The wicked Joker left Batman with a face full of black berry pie, his caped partner named Robin was cut short as he began his typical style of exclamation.

"Ho.."

"Don't, Robin. Your catch phrases, are beginning to annoy me. Go sit in the Batmobile. I'm going to get cleaned up. Don't stare at me, go sit in the Batmobile!"
 
Something told me it was going to be a very interesting day. Perhaps it was the email from the Supreme Galactic Ruler. Perhaps not.
 
Once upon a time, long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, a great adventure almost took place...
 
...But when I looked at the email, it read only, You left your trousers at the party. They can be picked them up at The Galactic Lost and Found.
 
I knew this was going to be a strange voyage, I should never have allowed my new first mate to hire the crew. We had already set sail when I discovered during roll call that the crew comprised of two worthy seamen and fifteen cabin boys.
 
...But when I looked at the email, it read only, You left your trousers at the party. They can be picked them up at The Galactic Lost and Found.

(The Supreme Galactic Ruler is concerned about items in the Lost and Found? Really? Must have been sent by an assistant or something. :rolleyes: )

I took another swig from the bottle of Mad Dog and choked on it.
 
Parts of the naked body littered the ditch and blood stained the trees on either side.

The sergeant turned to the young constable who had only just held down his breakfast long enough to dash outside the crime scene tape. "When you're right, lad, get that Forensic Necromancer up here. We'll get him to take a statement from the victim."

The young constable discovered he did still have a little something more to bring up.
 
The Washington Monument, inverted, balanced on its erstwhile apex. I had to admit that Stripe certainly knew how to get a girl's attention.
 
I knew I was in trouble when I accidently pressed the multiple missle attack button sending impending destruction to Easter Island. But perhaps no one would notice, for a day, or two...eek.
 
Contractors were sent from all over the world to reconstruct every statue that was destroyed. Prayers were said for those who were vaporized by the mini-nukes, and Easter Island was renamed Easter Crater.
 
It came as something as a shock, however, when, some years later, a large number of chocolate eggs was seen to roll down the crater into the sea. A spokesbunny for the island was consulted but, as usual, said nothing before twitching its whiskers enigmatically a couple of times and then hopped it.
 
I stepped out of my muscle car, slapped my hands to my face and screamed,

"I ran over the EASTER ISLAND BUNNY! AAAAAHHHHH! (sob) Ooo, chocolate eggs."

(chomp chomp) "Nom nom nom nom nom nom..."
 

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