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Scuggle Nuj Gus: A Trilogy in Zero Parts

In the beginning there was a long time, but squish, radiator was eaten by the gigantic sewing slug. Hark yonder trouser press, gleeped the riggled moot of foot. But thy muggled radial minicrons were encenticly shaving foam, by reet of nurgle cross-ply, for yun seeid of vorse wur un vertak sablecrik. This you may reverbricate to the annility of a band in the rain; snarkingusly of dermitan froodled with but a minit smoogue of wild desktop fans. After sarrowtime came smoolium, for ermernimations were followed by anumberfourtytwo exelifurnations withfriedrice gurgle plop; rute fnurf. This posed a reglixion for eniregnat, but somehow the burchez nid di-mur most obviously belonged to yugut sik. better known as, the lampshade, who was joyfully eaten by a wild, rampaging, flip-up side-winker.

"Bembolden your mind," cried Gabbagabbahey "remember racerx." In a sudden fit of kurdle scroop.

"Yes, but you havent eaten your jumper yet." retorted Niodbfsdvanjo.

"Besides, your bookshelf needs oiling."

"Guile?" Gabbagabbahey asked?

"Only on a Tuesday." came back the slightly green, with a subtle hint of lime-peach and safety-belt reply.

"Fsuk mew, moo crooking cult. Youll looking fly, if I gut my booking rands on coo." replied Gabbagabbahey, in a calm, almost serene manner.

"Stop sucking blaring. Youll wake the sheep."

"Google murkets turt murd giggleswick ."

"Dont buggleverk with your gravy Landrover." Niodbfsdvanjo screamed quietly.

"I am an avocado, rah rah rah. I always zoom to work in a car car car. If you listen to my advice, then I will no say it thrice, I am an avocado rah rah rah." Gabbagabbahey quickly snapped back, and possibly other parts on her footpath. When you expect whistles its flutes.

Giggleswick was by this time closing down, with a three for the price of two offer on odd socks, and those stupid silver keys that all your relatives send you at twenty-one but dont do anything useful, like open up the local banks cash machines. ARSE!

"Nurble bloop?" asked Gabbagabbahey.

"Cricket bat and chutney." Was the somewhat shubbled response.

"So, do you know what ve do to British spies?"

"No." durge replied quizzically.

"So, you vont even tell us zat." shouted Gabbagabbahey. "Gurggle smeet, gugle smeet nurf de-ice windows."

"Oh, Pee, Kew, Ar, Se; arse? ARSE!", encore une fois, da da, d, d d, da, da bleep b b b b bleep b b bleep b b bleep.

"In frame fifty-seven one of the tie fighters mysteriously disappears, but we have now corrected this.", hey pig, yeah you. Hey pig piggy pig pig pig.

Then with a tremor of hesitation in his voice, that only a person capable a placing a tremor of hesitation in their voice, could do, he said "Only the Gas Board could have come up with such a fiendish plot as to sell natural gas to baked bean manufacturers, claiming it was rare, smurf, eggs." The leading horse is white, the second horse is red, the third one is a black, the last one is a green.