many many words wrote:

The Tenth: This was the story of Espy somethingdy something who is a young teenage girl(!!!!!!!!!!) with mysterious magic powers(!!!!!!!!!) which constantly tear her clothes off when she uses them(!!!!!!!!). There is some hilaaaaarious backstory of her being fursecuted as a young TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN for having magic powers (in a dramatic scene where some other hot fine underage ladies egg her, and in the next panel it looks like she was drenched with fuckin jizz) and it was so traumatic to her that she blew up her house and killed her parents with an explosion of magic fuckin green fireball shit, which is sort of awesome. I suspect that part was written in because most people who read comic books can relate to that kind of stuff, being made fun of in high school and wanting to kill your parents. Oh yeah also Espy had some big fat fuckin dick suckin lips. And I think the comics also had some giant monster people who were fighting each other, while fills up half the comic and is boring, usually stuff about how an evil bad guy is some kind of mastermind, and some other bad guys are evil and want to become powerful, and the good guys try to stop them. Most of the evil bad guys look like demons from Spawn.

a book that lasts for fuckin ever wrote:

"All this was bad enough," said Mr. Wilton, "but this is not my sorrow. I saved him from death, or at least a dreadful imprisonment. He was permitted to sail to America on his parole that he would never return to Europe, and I was required, and on his solemn appeal I consented, to give my personal engagement that the compact should be sacred. Before two years had elapsed, supported all this time, too, by my bounty, there was an attempt, almost successful, to assassinate the king, and my ward was discovered and seized in the capital. This time he was immured, and for life, in the strongest fortress of the country; but secret societies laugh at governments, and though he endured a considerable imprisonment, the world has recently been astounded by hearing that he had escaped. Yes; he is in London and has been here, though in studied obscurity, for some little time. He has never appealed to me until within these few days, and now only on the ground that there are some family affairs which cannot be arranged without my approval. I had great doubts whether I should receive him. I feel I ought not to have done so. But I hesitated, and I know not what may be the truth about women, but of this I am quite sure, the man who hesitates is lost."