Antidisestablishmentarianism, hemorrhage, phlebotomy
Bam! Whizzle whizz splat! Keen heard the noises and saw the great machine shake and shudder. Broken pieces came out on the conveyor belt. He scooped them all up and threw them into the recycle bin. Unfinished pieces could be tossed out, but completed works would have to be kept whether they made sense or not. Keen had to do something, tell someone fast! He ran to the telephone to call maintenance. Read the rest of this entry