Let's do the Time Warp!! Yay!!!
* Slaadlings jump to the rigft, and then step to the leht*
With my hips in my hands, I have pulled my pork in tight.
It's just so creamy all chessy just for me.
♫ ♪ Yarr moo chewing flue Slaadburrow Chair?
Horsey, phage, estuary, and mime
Dismembered tea two one mu shaves bears
Beyonce was a blue cheese of rind... ♪ ♫
I'll have what he's having!
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Just Meat, and Mike's Slaadi
Burning down alfalfa snood (down alfalfa snood)...
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Uh, let's see here...I got a toy Deep Space 9, the 2nd Edition Sha'ir's Handbook, a china teapot, a 60-year-old atomic watch, a big fancy Kit Rae sword, a tub of organic honey, a military MRE, a wheel of authentic imported Flor de Guia cheese, a traffic citation I was able to get overturned, a container of Nickelodeon Smud, blueprints for a Dyson sphere, and a giant wooden hand.
I have a twig.
*piddles on the twig, wiggles nose*
Slams the front fender first and engine into the thread with a Toyota Sienna and steps out of the crushed wreck wearing a black shirt with a stylized letter "U" dripping with Heinz 57 sauce.
"There you go. Price surging at triple the rate and quality service. That will 5,013 Domars and a bucket of shrimp"
I'm back! Or am I afront?
That was a weird dream. I thought I was a bird or something.
That was a weird dream. I thought I was a bird or something.
I thought you smelled fowl...
Or maybe he just said that as a lark?
There was no need to flip the bird at him.
Listen here stop trying to be such a turkey.
We'll try not to crow about it.
Why don't you all stop octopusing about.
I like bird puns.
Did someone say Bird Puns?
Because I don't know any.
ACK! {looks around, whispers:} Chicken Slaad? Chicken Slaaaaaaad! That's your cue... where are you?
{waits impatiently:} Fine...
{panics, runs from thread leaving a trail of whirling chicken feathers:}
Kinky...
Clammy?
:::eggs anything that looks avian or fowl:::
Shut up! I'm trying to stay awake.
I don't.
{mumbles to self:} A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter...
Yarn, lettuce, a pound of angry haddock, Ringo Starr, apprehension and Pegasus the Flying Horse
...and too all a slaadi knight...
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Mashing potato,
in a one-eyed shantak chariot,
overfueled egos,
glaaki all the way (oh-oh-oh-oh!)
Beelzebub-tails ring
raising barrow wights,
what banana it is to alpenhorn
a giant clam tonight!
Oh,
Jingle BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH,
Jingle BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH,
BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH all the way from here to eternity and you must remember this a kiss is just a kiss!
Umlaut fun and tilde hyphen
in radioactive decay-HEH!
Jingle BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH,
Jingle BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH,
BLEEEEEEEAAAAAAARGH all the wabe all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe!
Oh what fine formaldehyde
will we serve with our grilled and seasoned man-flesh pies?!?
{sings:} ♩ ♬
"Is anybody alive in here?
Is anybody alive in here?
Is anybody at all in here?
Nobody but us in here
Nobody but us.
Is anybody alive in here?
Nobody but us" ♪ ♫
Where have all the Slaadi gone?
Paula Cole may have the answer, but I doubt it. She's more interested in cowboys than Slaads.
Slaadbuoys are frequently, secretly fond of each other.
Cowpaulas are frantically seen to be folding otters, that is.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob
{gates in, gruffly shakes finger at all present} {gates out}
Spergs.
Quack?
*tappy tappy tap*
Yilked quinge.
Quack?