answer the phone... Hello, he says into the mouth piece... He hears 99% gush of air and 1% something voice-like and straining his ear to magnificent powers he hears the faintest chit chat he has ever heard...
-Well, what do you hear mate?
-Oh, sorry, he says a little bar-assed. It's Mog & Lig, they're turned into rockets and they're high above the earth... Sorry, they have turned into 1 rocket and it has left felats + ferrats behind somewhere in the athmosphere... They're just testing the rocket... Mog & Lig is no more, they've blended into one... What? What's that you're saying... static multi-colored noise... Iggolm??? Oh, it's...
-Unknown Rocket in the south hemisphere! This is Houston calling. Identify yourself.
-Iggolm calling Houston, do you copy?
-Houston here; identify yourself!
-Iggolm here. We are leaving earth once and for all and we're heading toward a bright future
-Houston here; but we need you down here, you're our hero...
-Iggolm here. Just kidding, I'm just testing my new rocket. See you when I see you, Houston...
-Houston here; Ok, over & out.
In a shady place off off off, Cornad is spying on a 1-eyed tree that seem up to something that
Intermission. The casual observer enters the stage fiddling with a bunch of papers, gets tangled in some cables and looses his footing, falling on hands and knees while papers fly away but the audience has seen it before. He gets up, confused, bare-assed but oblivious to the spectacle he's making.
Finally at the microphone, papers sorted, he opens his mouth and yawns...
-"Sorry", he clears his throat and spits on the sawdust floor. "Ladies & Gentlemen! There has been complaints about the recent twists in this, what shall I call it, drama... Yes! A drama it is. Hm, there have been a steady stream of characters appearing rather haphazardly throughout the production, myself included. And I would like to adress the writers that introduced us to the enigmatic Mogfelat and the masterful Ligferrat, aka Mog & Lig; mainly "ichtms" and "nyanchan". I don't really... Really know; Ahum, yes. Mr. ichtms; I've received some anonymous messages from quote, concerned citizens of nation X, unquote, that have been of a very foul unclean language laden with expressions that I suspect could only be described as obscenities and their point of concern being the apparent and alarming lack of logic and proportion, shown in segments by Mr. ichtms. They say quote, Wea will not hesetat to take acton againts this pore exuse fore a wrighter if the person dosn't stop poluting our fign Engish langage (sic), unquote, and I am now appealing to you, Mr. ichtms. Please, better yourself by thinking twice before you add new contents to the drama and... Yes, no! Oh, right. Ms. nyanchan! I have recieved one extremely illiterate note on your use of certain words that I'm not going to comment on as it is apparent that the writer is out of their mind or have a very poor vision... Yes, well, about the words... The words in question all begin with the letter "z", so if you could have that in mind so to say, and possibly find alternatives, that would be fine..."
A few minutes later.
But returns angrily like a lethal WASP that BZZZZ (Great to be here again after all these cracks in the access!!!) and try to to to to be so so to be so so so BIG about it as Posh-E-BELL without having so much as the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the (great one-finger-rhytm) the the the the the the the the the the the the beginning of some serious
Many a day and many a night went by and this new form of mine became more and more comfortable as the water rose around me, and I rolled over on my back just in time for the water to carry me away so gently, so soothing and a tree that had fallen over a gully became like a bridge and I passed under it and everything was just
(... all in pursuit of happiness and a fist full of dollarbills withdrawn from the bank adjacent to the nearby shadows)
The sky lit up on a whim: N r the crown of creation.
-"Whatski thistski??" hiccupped Ignatius the Igniter.
-"But that was before," thought Snowwhite.
-"Yeah, you're right, that was before..."
-"Mm, see Jay mussav misinterpreted that installment in some way..." Snowwhite continued.
-"Yeah, you are right, that was before..."
-"Happens to the best of us, donit?" thought Snowwhite.
-"Yeah! You are right! That was before... Before!"
shapeless environment that didn't let her retrace her steps in any which way but the one that she didn't want to think about for even a split second because it wasn't fun anymore; was it ever fun, she thought in her shapelessness, and arrived at the only possible answer...
ketchup!
O o, how she blushed and now she really had to;
catch up!
but they were nowhere in either sight or sound. Hm, she hummed to herself, and sat down to collect her thoughts and give a lecture about the freeing of bees of which she currently knew next to nothing but that they were nowhere in either sight or sound. Hm, she hummed to herself, and sat down to collect her thoughts and give a lecture about the freeing of bees of which she currently knew next to nothing but that they were nowhere in either sight or sound. Hm, she hummed to herself, and the free bees buzzed in a place so remote to where their lecturer sat, collecting her thoughts, that they were almost not even there
so she fastened her eyes to the interviewer's nasal bridge and said "what do you believe in?"
-"whatdoIbelievein" unstuttered the interviewer non-nervously but sweating like a stone + some...
-"????????????????????????????"
-"ahh, believe in, in, in ,in IAN! I believe in IAN! I BELIEVE IN IAN!!!"the interviewer screamed and he or she because the interviewer was non-sure about their gender status, and the interviewer got up from the chair and started to jump around the office like a frog... out of a cloud came weirdness personified and bellowed!!!
-"whO's rEspOnsIblE fOr thIs OffIcE!" and Snowwhite was quickest to respond and 'weirdness personified' appointed her on the spot, and disappeared in a cloud.
-"SOMEONE CATCH THAT FROGGY!" bellowed Snowwhite, and took (what is known and feared as) CHARGE!!!
a couple of minutes later when the dust had settled and Snowwhite had installed herself in her new office, she picked up the phone and dialed 0-900-IAN
go into a recording studio and make a record and call it "being invisible together" and they would also make a startling 26 minute version of Waltzing Matilda and dedicate it to the "cj" we all know and it would finally put an end to the despicable **** ***** and shove it into oblivion for good and force Men At Work to sing "we come from a land called Australia..." and
... taking her ear off the ground because she had heard enough for that moment and now had to go back and tell the others that the forrest would remain a safe place to
without sha there can not be dows, and quickly ran back to fetch more bread, and butter, and cheese, and hot cocoa to serve at the festival, but got so squared when the sha dows began to follow them that
so the we did so, said the bearded mountain
take a polygraph test. Question 1. Are the volcanos still active?/Sind die volkane noch taetig?/Aer vulkanerna fortfarande aktiva?
Answer 1. 2. 3.
Sold to the gentleman in the first row!
-"Me???"
-"Yes, that is correct!"
-"Then I must, mustn't I; stand, although I'm not, corrected (& sitting I am not; I believe I am in mid flight, with no fleeing involved, I must add; & did add, didn't I?), so please Mr Mr Mr..."
-"Yes!!!"
-"Cat? Astro? Physics?"
-"Aand CUT!"
Ouch! Is that è nough...