Wake Me When Flipper's Dead

When somebody rushes into the room and shouts, Fire!, it isn't normally followed by But wait, let me set it up for you.

The crimson-red engines race quickly around the corner in pursuit of quarry. But are they  predator, or prey?

The Post adores dark-and-stormy-night ledes on the theory that very busy people with a few seconds between the Farragut West stop and Metro Center crave the direct language of War and Peace.

I think there are some important developments in the A1 story by Juliet Eilperin, Wave of Marine Species Extinctions Feared:

BIMINI, Bahamas -- The bulldozers moved slowly at first. Picking up speed, they pressed forward into a patch of dense mangrove trees that buckled and splintered like twigs. As the machines moved on, the pieces drifted out to sea....

But I will never know. Next!

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