A thing called "Trope"
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Trope
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, on the case for years, knows, among other things, Blunt Force Mama’s unwavering modus operandi: to utter a trope before dispatching her prey. ’s unwavering modus operandi is to stand perfectly still, thus rendered invisible, before taking the collar.
“I’ve unsheathed my aluminum,†Mama says, taking practice swings with her blue 34-inch Louisville Slugger. “Synecdoche,†says , her compulsively announced erudition revealing her mouth, Chesire Cat-style. “Blammo,†says Mama, killing her instantly.
Visibility spreads out in ripples from the impact site and ’s soul, its existence finally verified to itself, expands to occupy the entire volume of the universe.