Tonight, let's go back to 1993 for an unfinished sentence that's atypical of the ones I wrote and the offbeat answers it elicited:
Alarmingly, the chimes will strike midnight, and then...
...Larry will be free, once again, to roam the streets of London, killing small children and pillaging the merry whorehouses of Piccadilly Circus. (Jason P.)
...the good fairies get replaced by the little monsters who drive us to do those things that are completely unacceptable in the light of day. (Tava S.)
...the donkey will have tea with the fly on the green fruity pebble. (Becky B.)
...Orson Welles will appear as Falstaff and bore us to death. (Anthony T.)
