3 a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it
b : a person whose conduct offends propriety or morality
Use the word. Add 32-332 other words around it and you got yerself an entry.
Yes, MORE. Because you want more. Because I want more. Like bloodthirsty little bunnies.
Oh now, this would be news, she thought grimly while wiping the blood and gore from the machete. ‘Former Veterinary Assistant Goes From Saving to Slaughtering Animals.’ Of course the press would ignore the fact that those little guys had turned into bloodlusting vermin; why pass up the chance to create a scandal? She pushed it out of her mind, just as she had learned to forget the good things she associated with the little furballs; that carrot munching wiseass from the cartoons, little chocolate crème filled eggs during Easter, Watership Down– her favorite book as a child (and adult), and the ‘once funny, but now too true’ killer rabbit scene that brought together millions of geeks under the kinship of random quotes (Ni!)
She really could have used Tim the Enchanter’s help right about now.
The van jolted, knocking her back into reality, sad as it was. Could have been a pothole they hit, but more likely it was roadkill.
“That’s nine, Em!” Allen yelled to her from the driver’s seat confirming the thought. “And that’s just this run!” She didn’t confuse his giddiness with amusement (he had already mentioned the lack of humor in their situation); it was just his way of dealing with the situation. Plus, he was always a competitive asshole. THAT part actually proved very helpful.
“Yeah well, I’m still ahead by total,” she replied, not enough emotion in her voice to taunt him. She finished the cleanup and tossed the rags into a bag, which she tied shut. Moving up to the front, Emma slid into the passenger seat. They passed cars and bodies at various points; one particularly bad accident next to a farm involved a pair of minivans, charred metal skeletons with an obscured logo on the side door. Looking forward, gray and black clouds rose in tendrils from the city ahead.
“You got enough gas to get there?” Anna asked.
He checked the gauge. “If we’re lucky… no. But, I still got those bullets.”