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Sherlock Bones's [[Sherlock Bones' Right Royal Adventure|last adventure]] may look tasteless in retrospect, but consider it from his perspective. All he had been trying to do was continue to fight for the bone density of a nation, and now he found his face (even though persons of flesh can rarely distinguish skulls) plastered across the news.
{{email|"Terrorist Sherlock Bones and his associate Dr Long Wishbone have been named today as the assassin's of Queen Elizabeth II. The pair, despite styling themselves as crimefighters, have recently been involved in a range of shocking attacks on political figures: first, He spammed the modqueue of shittynosleep until the subreddit was banned, and actively prevents anyone taking it over. Margaret Thatcher's grave was desecrated, and Prime Minister Elizabeth Truss burned so badly that she now looks like a goblin-sorry correction coming in, she always looked like that and the burns may have actually improved her slightly- Leader of the opposition Keir Starmer had the utter shit kicked out of him, and then his predecessor Jeremy Corbyn and beloved sex pest Alex Salmond were blown to bits along with a busload of Palestinian Children. The Children were then reassembled as Skeleturchins called the Milker Street Intestineless. All these foul acts have behind them the same mastermind, none other than Sherlock Bones, who has topped the lot by installing Prince Charles on the throne, a crime we cannot come close to comprehending. He is the Cromwell of crime, a fat, bloated spider pulling on a thousand
Wishbone turned off the television in disgust. They both knew the real cause of the Queen's death had been having her 96-year-old pussy pounded by Phil's boney hips. Phillip should have made allowances for how much stiffer Boners are than human penises, and the damage Skeletels had used them to inflict over the centuries. Sherlock Bones should know, his beloved Grandmother had entirely lost her wits after allowing a skeletel to take her home from bingo night. That it had been fully consensual and she'd recounted the experience with glee to her elderly grandson at length gave Sherlock Bones no comfort at all.
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Prince Phillip screamed into his non-consensual hat.
"NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! I'LL SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO CLEAR YOUR FUCKING
"Only one skeleton is cruel enough to make bullets made out of American Chocolate, and his name ''is'' Marrowbone. Colonel Calcium Marrowbone, a known killer of his fellow skeletons. The second most dangerous undead beast in
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