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As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one (adjective) summer day, he happened across a (noun – type of container) of whiskey, sitting there (adverb) in the middle of the street. He (past tense verb) around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of (adjective) trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite (noun). Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie (past tense verb) up to the (noun – type of container) and sniffed it. “Ah, (adjective) (name) scotch, aged (number) years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed (adverb). He took a nice, (adjective) sip of the whiskey and immediately (past tense verb) to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you (verb) a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the (noun).
T'Pel - Winner
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one squishy summer day, he happened across a jar of whiskey, sitting there buoyantly in the middle of the street. He jiggled around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of juicy trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite booger. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie jogged up to the jar and sniffed it. “Ah, Sizeable Thor scotch, aged 352 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed readily. He took a nice, small sip of the whiskey and immediately slept to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you chew a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the bra.
Michiel - Honorable Mention
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one royal summer day, he happened across a sarcophagus of whiskey, sitting there triumphantly in the middle of the street. He purchased around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of reluctant trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite elbow. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie suffered up to the sarcophagus and sniffed it. “Ah, Enthusiastic Sergio scotch, aged 143 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed carelessly. He took a nice, potent sip of the whiskey and immediately snorted to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you trigger a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the windowsill.
Brent - Honorable Mention
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one fantastic summer day, he happened across a barrel of whiskey, sitting there gently in the middle of the street. He rubbed around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of ridiculous trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite OTF. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie flew up to the barrel and sniffed it. “Ah, Giant Brent scotch, aged 27 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed loudly. He took a nice, aggressive sip of the whiskey and immediately yelled to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you pee a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the butt.
Tycho - Honorable Mention
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one technical summer day, he happened across a mug of whiskey, sitting there gently in the middle of the street. He sheared around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of minty trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite skull. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie enjoyed up to the mug and sniffed it. “Ah, Majestic Wedge scotch, aged 77 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed downstairs. He took a nice, irregular sip of the whiskey and immediately hit to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you seem a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the spaceship.
Jaime - Honorable Mention
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one amazing summer day, he happened across a bowl of whiskey, sitting there swimmingly in the middle of the street. He defecated around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of swell trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite church. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie punched up to the bowl and sniffed it. “Ah, Clean Mr. Buttersworth scotch, aged 68 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed quickly. He took a nice, greasy sip of the whiskey and immediately sang to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you fart a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the lamp.
Ray
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one discombobulated summer day, he happened across a flask of whiskey, sitting there rather in the middle of the street. He wilted around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of delightful trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite jurisdiction. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie flickered up to the flask and sniffed it. “Ah, Inexperienced Brent scotch, aged 23 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed relatively. He took a nice, withdrawn sip of the whiskey and immediately followed to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you prevail a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the procrastination.
AJ
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one weeping summer day, he happened across Adge’s cupped fist of whiskey, sitting there seductively in the middle of the street. He supped around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of horrific trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite policeman. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie danced up to the Adge’s cupped fist and sniffed it. “Ah, Tiny General De Gaulle scotch, aged 3.141 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed illegally. He took a nice, fierce sip of the whiskey and immediately fought to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you kick a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the globe.
Mela
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one microscopic summer day, he happened across a bell jar of whiskey, sitting there spotlessly in the middle of the street. He drank around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of sad trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite misery. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie condescended up to the bell jar and sniffed it. “Ah, Serious Thor scotch, aged 500,000 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed daily. He took a nice, regular sip of the whiskey and immediately longed to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you drink a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the darkness.
Robert
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one blue summer day, he happened across a basket of whiskey, sitting there amazingly in the middle of the street. He kicked around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of red trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite ball. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie punted up to the basket and sniffed it. “Ah, Green George scotch, aged 5 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed angrily. He took a nice, purple sip of the whiskey and immediately ran to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you kick a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the blanket.
Shaker
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one cantankerous summer day, he happened across a sippy cup of whiskey, sitting there gently in the middle of the street. He consumed around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of proper trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite table. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie caressed up to the sippy cup and sniffed it. “Ah, Quick Jess scotch, aged 42 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed quickly. He took a nice, cold sip of the whiskey and immediately happened to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you wedgie a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the chair.
Jadzia Jaxx
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one smelly summer day, he happened across a dustpan of whiskey, sitting there weirdly in the middle of the street. He buzzed around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of jealous trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite tutu. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie yodeled up to the dustpan and sniffed it. “Ah, Yummy Magadera scotch, aged 5 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed quietly. He took a nice, popular sip of the whiskey and immediately snored to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you snow a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the pizza.
Pheeble aTemps
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one auburn summer day, he happened across a jukebox of whiskey, sitting there sleepily in the middle of the street. He sold around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of cloudy trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite pistol. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie swigged up to the jukebox and sniffed it. “Ah, Potato-ish Hubert Farnsworth scotch, aged 2000000000000 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed frantically. He took a nice, prosthetic sip of the whiskey and immediately calculated to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you spin a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the peacock.
Navi
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one laborious summer day, he happened across a keg of whiskey, sitting there floppily in the middle of the street. He plopped around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of swanky trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite genie. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie crunched up to the keg and sniffed it. “Ah, Belligerent Fran Drescher scotch, aged 87 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed broadly. He took a nice, pristine sip of the whiskey and immediately pooped to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you dissolve a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the pragmatist.
Carol
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one tremendous summer day, he happened across a clear bottle of whiskey, sitting there towering in the middle of the street. He ran around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of soft trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite Thor. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie shook up to the flask and sniffed it. “Ah, Hard Ray scotch, aged 69 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed fluffily. He took a nice, open sip of the whiskey and immediately poured to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you climb a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the whiskey.
Tanya
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one holey summer day, he happened across a bucket of whiskey, sitting there merrily in the middle of the street. He hopped around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of sticky trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite lantern. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie mopped up to the bucket and sniffed it. “Ah, Glittery Navi scotch, aged 6 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed brutally. He took a nice, sweet sip of the whiskey and immediately listened to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you punch a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the tin foil.
Soka
As Hobbie strolled through the streets of Paris one red summer day, he happened across a bag of whiskey, sitting there brightly in the middle of the street. He went around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of ancient trap to ensnare him. As everyone knows, whiskey is his favorite wing. Seeing nothing suspicious, Hobbie stuck up to the bag and sniffed it. “Ah, Close Derek scotch, aged 501 years! My FAVORITE!” he exclaimed honorably. He took a nice, smooth sip of the whiskey and immediately saw to the ground, unconscious.
“And THAT is how you look at a Hobbie,” thought Carol to herself from her hiding place behind the plum.