It's a... fair ball; it rolls into the corner; Jones is stretching for two; the throw — safe!

page 58: Unlike the sugar glider, however, this creature displayed the trademark glowing red eyes of a Batsquatch, and was the size of a human. page 61: Batsquatches never need feel lonely in the Texas sky; apparently a wide variety of anomalous flying creatures patrol the state from the Panhandle to the Mexican border.

Don't walk near the tiger: it'll make a meal of you.

We were almost invisible in our tiger stripes and ghillie suits. However, as the unit marched by, a lone gomer broke rank and ventured into the high, wet saw grass that concealed our position.