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OTL: Tech E. Coyote 3 The next morning, Tech woke up with a heavy head, and discovered that his voice-disguising gizmo is gone.
"Ugh, I told Vector not to touch it!" Tech moaned as he got up and started picking up the garbage his cousin left behind
"Tech! Breakfast is ready!" a voiced called out to him.
"Coming," Tech called back, and started to walk up the stairs
The rest of Tech's house was actually an apartment that is filled with his family members.
Tech only lives with them to help pay the bills and balance their taxts.
Tech's family included his parents, his siblings from the all of liters his patrent had, his nieces and nephews, his aunts and uncles, his cousins, and his two bricking grandparents.
"You want some waffles, Tech?" his cousin Amy asked as Tech passed by her
"No thanks, Amy" Tech replied
"I'll just have a beagal and some coffee."
"Has anyone seen my teeth?" Tech's grandma asked as she was searching for false teeth
"You probelly put them in someone's drinking glass again, Grand
OTL: Tech E. Cotote 4Ace rushed over to a labtop that he had in the living room, to get more avadince about the impostor.
"What are doing?" Lexi asked Ace
"Take a look this picture of the thief that robbed the banks," Ace said to Lexi as he hands her the printed picture
"And Tech, change into your uniform" he ordered as he looks at Tech
Tech pressed on his watch and transformed his clothes into his uniform
"Do you two see any differences?" Ace asked Lexi and Duck
"Ace, they look exactally the same" answered Duck
"There's nothing different about them."
"Only the untrained eye," remarked Ace
"Take a really good look at the thief's teeth," he pointed at the picture
"Now the thief looks like he's about Tech's age (early twenties to be pacific), but his teeth look they belong to someone who is in their seventies."
"And they are yellower then regular teeth, so it's obivious that the thief is wearing false teeth," Ace added
"Let me see that," Tech said as he swipes the picture
Tech was a little bit shocked as he
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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