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 Bang, bang, bang!  Every shot missed the impish creature.  “Dang!” Stanton exclaimed as he ducked and rolled, scarcely missing the sharp claws that came down where his head recently was.  The Imp, called Memff, giggled hysterically and seemingly uncontrollably as he jumped up and teetered on the support beam over head.  Stanton got to his feet casually and began to polish the barrel of his gun with his sleeve.  He seemed only interested in his gun but he kept watching Memff from the corner of his eye as he said lazily, “You know, I over estimated you imps.  I thought

Shear Bam Margera zealously polished the massive heartagram hanging in his dining room.  The doors to castle Bam flung open, hitting the wall with wood splintering force.  Bam hopped off the ladder casually but with an expression of mock surprise etched into his features.  His eyes came to rest on the Finnish man standing in his doorway.  It was uncanny how skinny the foreign man was, despite what he ate.  “Ville!  Good to see you again!”  His words seemed a bit droll for something Bam would say.  Ville couldn’t suppress the scruple slowly rising within him as Bam strode toward him.  He tried to push his feelings out of his f

The Krebs Cycle is a pretty interesting thing. See, the thing is, it's just one giant circle, going round and round and round and round and round. No visible purpose…not like the Krebs prestep, which, for whatever reason, biologists could not manage to fit under the title of the actual cycle. And, as some of you may have guessed, the prestep to the Krebs cycle comes before the actual cycle. Which means we need to do that first (sigh). So you start with your pyruvates, toxic chemicals that cells make for themselves, because where's the fun in life without a little danger? And what could be more exciting than pumping poison into yourself? Thri