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It was a (adjective) night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The (adjective) Case of the (adjective) (noun)”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “(number) (plural noun)”. She had been working (number) nights in a row and was growing increasingly (mood) when all of a sudden a (noun) (verb) in through the doors of the theater. A (adjective) man then (verb) out from underneath the (same noun) and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with (adjective) (plural noun) indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a (adjective) dictatorship u cant-" Her (color) lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud (type of noise) was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen (noun) whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Katrina - Winner
It was a well-lit night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Gigantic Case of the Hideous Tomatoes”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “17 Herds”. She had been working 42 nights in a row and was growing increasingly grumpy when all of a sudden a bicycle articulated in through the doors of the theater. A tall man then chanted out from underneath the bicycle and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with itsy bitsy boats, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this an alcoholic dictatorship u cant-" Her purple lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud clang was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Chameleon whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Soka - Honorable Mention
It was a slow night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Warm Case of the Large House”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “4 Mice”. She had been working 97 nights in a row and was growing increasingly miserable when all of a sudden a plane laughed in through the doors of the theater. A clever man then hiked out from underneath the plane and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with happy papers, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a closed dictatorship u cant-" Her lime lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud rattle was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Computer whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Pheeble aTemps - Honorable Mention
It was a sarcastic night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Gentrified Case of the Unkempt Fork”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “52.33 Num Lock Keys”. She had been working 42 nights in a row and was growing increasingly ecstatic when all of a sudden a scissor lift daubed in through the doors of the theater. A miserly man then ricocheted out from underneath the scissor lift and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with artistic nets, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a picturesque dictatorship u cant-" Her Sindis Poop lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud crackle was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Robot whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Hobbie - Honorable Mention
It was an illustrated night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Spent Case of the Joyful Silence”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “4 Monkeys”. She had been working 11 nights in a row and was growing increasingly upbeat when all of a sudden a helicopter colonized in through the doors of the theater. A literal man then stifled out from underneath the helicopter and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with costly cheeses, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a spacious dictatorship u cant-" Her orange lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud ring was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Praise whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
AJ
It was a blinding night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Dull Case of the Seductive Dog”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “0.552 Senators”. She had been working 55 nights in a row and was growing increasingly lethargic when all of a sudden a skateboard rolled in through the doors of the theater. A green man then clapped out from underneath the skateboard and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with thunderous chatters, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a polite dictatorship u cant-" Her gray lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud click was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Zoo whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Carol
It was a sharp night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Curved Case of the Ancient Sword”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “12 Stories”. She had been working 8 nights in a row and was growing increasingly cranky when all of a sudden a car drove in through the doors of the theater. An old man then met out from underneath the car and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with hard criminals, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a crooked dictatorship u cant-" Her purple lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud bang was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Gun whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Robert
It was an angry night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Seductive Case of the Translucent Cat”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “42 Dogs”. She had been working 5 nights in a row and was growing increasingly happy when all of a sudden a truck ran in through the doors of the theater. An amazing man then kicked out from underneath the truck and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with seductive foxes, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a seductive dictatorship u cant-" Her blue lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud yells were about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Computer whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Brent
It was a kind night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Giant Case of the Loud Speaker”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “67 Platypi”. She had been working 10 nights in a row and was growing increasingly elated when all of a sudden a bicycle leaped in through the doors of the theater. A tiny man then stepped out from underneath the bicycle and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with huge cats, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a bald dictatorship u cant-" Her red lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud meow was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Cow whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Tanya
It was an crusty night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Musty Case of the Dusty Robot”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “11 Flowers”. She had been working 4 nights in a row and was growing increasingly grumpy when all of a sudden a Smart Car slid in through the doors of the theater. A plastic man then pasted out from underneath the Smart Car and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with gross cornbreads, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a shiny dictatorship u cant-" Her gold lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud toot was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Leather Sandals whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Jadzia Jaxx
It was a sloppy night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Quiet Case of the Meticulous Pencil”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “3 Books”. She had been working 88 nights in a row and was growing increasingly excited when all of a sudden a Cadillac threw in through the doors of the theater. A spooky man then jumped out from underneath the Cadillac and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with eerie chairs, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a fuzzy dictatorship u cant-" Her purple lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud clang was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Tool whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Navi
It was a chocolate night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Sanitary Case of the Fragrant Beer”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “54 Felines”. She had been working 90 nights in a row and was growing increasingly emotional when all of a sudden a Vespa attacked in through the doors of the theater. A cheesy man then hurled out from underneath the Vespa and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with pleasant pencils, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a evident dictatorship u cant-" Her turquoise lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud twang was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Hippopotamus whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
T'Pel
It was a large night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Girthy Case of the Slimy Shoe”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “1052 Turtles”. She had been working 2 nights in a row and was growing increasingly wibbly when all of a sudden a bubble car stripped in through the doors of the theater. A haughty man then swam out from underneath the bubble car and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with wet balloons, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this an giggly dictatorship u cant-" Her baby poop green lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud shearing ice noise was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Bed whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.
Michiel
It was a strong night, and Phoebe was performing her front-of-house duties for a premiere performance of the new play, “The Reduced Case of the Absurd Throne”, a modern-day interpretation of Shakespeare's “73 Fighter Jets”. She had been working 93 nights in a row and was growing increasingly sad when all of a sudden an apache helicopter poked in through the doors of the theater. An indirect man then wrangled out from underneath the apache helicopter and began cursing like a sailor!
"Mind your language," Phoebe warned him. "This theater is a family friendly place." She flashed her ISA badge, bedazzled with searing underpants, indicating her position.
"lol free speech," the man garbled, "free country lol is this a trembling dictatorship u cant-" Her cyan lightsaber blazed into action, swung through the air, and turned off again within a matter of seconds. The intruder disappeared. She then raised a level 1 forcefield in front of the theater's shattered doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks," she said to the curious audience members who were entering the lobby to see what the loud gurgle was about. "Return to your seats."
This was the story Phoebe encountered; a peculiar amalgamation of her real job and her OTF duties. "I must have had a lot of that Glen Banana whiskey last night," she mumbled to herself as she carefully tore the page out of her diary. No one would ever know.