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Spitball Fury

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by Rawclyde!

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The small sphere

Hurls Ghost Face

Deeply into space

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"Where did she go?"

He grits as the metal ball spins

Over Hong Kong

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There's so much space out here

His eyeballs

spin too

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And his head flies off

Knocks around

Seeking a way out

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His body goes thru a

Transformation

From weak to weaker

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Slows down to such a degree that

His cantankerous head decides to sneak back onto

The top of his neck

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Ghost Face secures it there

With a few pieces of duck tape

Leans on the stick

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The spitball burps

Farts &

Speeds forth

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