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KitaLEDGEND OF THE FISHCAKE WARRIORS: BOOK IX: THE SAGA’S STILL CARRYING ON…
August 24th 2007 06:57
Feeling the need for a break the author decided to recite a poem.
“You Spelt ‘Rhyme’ wrong!” accused LociBrokili the cool and funky disco breaker, picking up on a spelling mistake. “And anyway, aren’t you supposed to be writing our story?”
“Yeah!” said Aunty Oxidant.
“Yeah!” said Stan the unbrave.
“Shut up” said Aunty Oxidant. The author apologized and began writing the story again.
Suddenly from either end of the Not-so-wholly temple came Wibble-Snits and Mr Chunderbum, dressed in sumo gear.
“That’s a mighty fine jockstrap you’re wearing there!” complimented LociBrokili the cool and funky disco breaker.
“Do you really think so?” Asked Mr Chunderbum.
“Oh, definitely” said LociBrokili the cool and funky disco breaker.
“It really brings out your eyes” added Aunty Oxidant.
“Hey!” Said Mr Chunderbum. “I don’t have any eyes! I’m a fishcake you fools!” He looked at them with mild suspicion. “You’re not sucking up to me so you’ll have an easier time trying to defeat the remaining three fishcake lords are you?” He said, mildly suspicious.
“Of course not!” cried Aunty Oxidant.
“No way” said LociBrokili the cool and funky disco breaker.
“No how!” bellowed James the bold.
“Maybe” admitted Mudd. Suddenly the fishcakes attacked. As Wibble-snits approached, James turned once more into Stan. LociBrokili the cool and funky disco breaker broke into a mad breakdance and spun and twisted his way through battle with Mr Chunderbum. Aunty Oxidant ducked blows, then sat once on Wibble-Snits, splattering bits of fishcake all over the ground. Mr Chunderbum swung at Mudd, who ducked, then withdrew his rubber chicken to enter into fierce battle with him. Mr Chunderbum fort him off, then turned to Stan the unbrave who wet his pants. Before Stan was sliced and diced into tender bite sized chunks of Stan, Max grabbed a passing blues tune, wrapped it around Mr Chunderbum’s waist and sliced him in two.
“Good job Max!” cried Mudd.
“Absolutely smashing” Said Ernie the burger man.
“You weren’t in the story two lines ago! Where did you come from?” asked Max.
“I dunno.” Said Ernie. “But I’m not leaving till the fat lady pays me $72.05 for them burgers she stole.”
Aunty Oxidant grumbled a bit then found Seventy-two dollars worth of change in her knickers and an empty soft drink can worth five cents when deposited in South Australia.
Ernie left, never to appear in this story again.
A fellow called Terry
Who ate a berry
Had knees
That he covered in peas
And he said to the vet
(Something I’ll never forget)
Poems ryme
All the time
Except for when
They don’t
Like this one
You silly bun!
Who ate a berry
Had knees
That he covered in peas
And he said to the vet
(Something I’ll never forget)
Poems ryme
All the time
Except for when
They don’t
Like this one
You silly bun!
“You Spelt ‘Rhyme’ wrong!” accused Loci
“Yeah!” said Aunty Oxidant.
“Yeah!” said Stan the unbrave.
“Shut up” said Aunty Oxidant. The author apologized and began writing the story again.
Suddenly from either end of the Not-so-wholly temple came Wibble-Snits and Mr Chunderbum, dressed in sumo gear.
“That’s a mighty fine jockstrap you’re wearing there!” complimented Loci
“Do you really think so?” Asked Mr Chunderbum.
“Oh, definitely” said Loci
“It really brings out your eyes” added Aunty Oxidant.
“Hey!” Said Mr Chunderbum. “I don’t have any eyes! I’m a fishcake you fools!” He looked at them with mild suspicion. “You’re not sucking up to me so you’ll have an easier time trying to defeat the remaining three fishcake lords are you?” He said, mildly suspicious.
“Of course not!” cried Aunty Oxidant.
“No way” said Loci
“No how!” bellowed James the bold.
“Maybe” admitted Mudd. Suddenly the fishcakes attacked. As Wibble-snits approached, James turned once more into Stan. Loci
“Good job Max!” cried Mudd.
“Absolutely smashing” Said Ernie the burger man.
“You weren’t in the story two lines ago! Where did you come from?” asked Max.
“I dunno.” Said Ernie. “But I’m not leaving till the fat lady pays me $72.05 for them burgers she stole.”
Aunty Oxidant grumbled a bit then found Seventy-two dollars worth of change in her knickers and an empty soft drink can worth five cents when deposited in South Australia.
Ernie left, never to appear in this story again.
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