operation rancid potato
My name is Gwynne Pepper and I am a secret agent. Tonight on a covert expedition in Boven, my partner Leonard Pip and I met our match: the rancid potato.
If you would please, if you could please, if you should please! We ran into some old friends who we hadn't seen since we've been in Fadsworth. Fadsworth, England. Perhaps you've heard of it, it's very prestigious. We work for A.N. Inc. and were really making a go of it in Boven. Luckily, our clever Suddenly Susans kept SWTH and BGWH from realizing our identities. And praise be to heav'n, we never did meet face to face with the elusive Marshmallow, Macaroni, Jellybean, or Juniper as we feared we may have. Marcus Andre Lee was less than thrilled, however, at these goings on, and thus, ejected himself all over the floor.
When I announced rather loudly "I have a gun," the entire establishment was in hysterics. My quick expungatory remarks, however, saved the day as I responded, "Sit down if you would please. I believe I have gravely misspoken."
The operation continued well into the night, but the happenings of the later portion are top-secret, confidential A.N. business. If you'd really like to know, ask Queen Marmaduke. She may tell you. If not, I assume I'll be hearing from you within the fortnight. Where are we please? Ah, yes, the end.
If you would please, if you could please, if you should please! We ran into some old friends who we hadn't seen since we've been in Fadsworth. Fadsworth, England. Perhaps you've heard of it, it's very prestigious. We work for A.N. Inc. and were really making a go of it in Boven. Luckily, our clever Suddenly Susans kept SWTH and BGWH from realizing our identities. And praise be to heav'n, we never did meet face to face with the elusive Marshmallow, Macaroni, Jellybean, or Juniper as we feared we may have. Marcus Andre Lee was less than thrilled, however, at these goings on, and thus, ejected himself all over the floor.
When I announced rather loudly "I have a gun," the entire establishment was in hysterics. My quick expungatory remarks, however, saved the day as I responded, "Sit down if you would please. I believe I have gravely misspoken."
The operation continued well into the night, but the happenings of the later portion are top-secret, confidential A.N. business. If you'd really like to know, ask Queen Marmaduke. She may tell you. If not, I assume I'll be hearing from you within the fortnight. Where are we please? Ah, yes, the end.