Some randomness...
No clue. Can’t remember what we were talking about
All these random letters that seem to stretch on for eternity has fogged our miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinds
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ENOUGH OF THIS TOMFOOLERY!
“TOM FOOLERY REPORTING FOR DUTY!” *saluts*
“GET OUT OF HERE TOM, YOU WERE DISHONOROUBLY DISCHARGED… FROM A CANNON”
“SIR YES SIR!”
“EXCELLENT”
“SHOULD I DRESS FORST SIR?”
“YES DRESS FORST. HE HAS A HORRIBLE TASTE IN CLOTHES. AND DRESS YOURSELF TO”
“WHAT SHOULD I DRESS HIM IN, SIR?”
“WHAT YOU FEEL APPROPRIATE”
“A CAFTAN, FLIPFLOPS AND A THONG??”
“YOU WILL BE DRESSING AS HE DOES YOU REALISE?”
“WELL THEN...PERHAPS A SAILERS HAT TOO?”
“YES, GENIUS. TAKE SOME PHOTOS AND THEN GO”
“RIGHT AWAY SIR… ONE LAST THING, WHAT COLOUR THONG?”
“THE COLOURS OF THE AMERICAN FLAG”
“UNDERSTOOD!”
“SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET”
“I'M SORRY SIR. FORST APPEARS TO BE HAVING SOME DIFICULTY WITH THE THONG... IT'S RIDDING UP A LITTLE TOO FAR. I THINK HE CAN TASTE IT”
“WELL THEN HE CAN FLOSS HIS TEETH WHILST HE'S FLYING SEVERAL HUNDRED FEET IN THE AIR”
“IT SUITS HIM, SIR. I THINK HE QUITE LIKES IT.”
“HE DOES LOOK RATHER DASHING DOESN'T HE? NOW YOUR TURN”
“UNFORTUNATLY THE CAFTAN IS NOT IN MY SIZE, SO I'M LEFT WEARING THE FLIPFLOPS AMERICAN FLAG THONG AND SAILOR HAT. IS THAT OKAY, SIR?”
“WELL NOW, I'M NOT SURE, YOU'LL BE OFF BALANCE ON TRAJECTORY”
“PERHAPS THERE IS SOMETHING IN LOST AND FOUND THAT WILL MAKE UP FOR THE LOSE OF CAFTAN?”
“ALL THAT'S THERE ARE SOME FINGERLESS GLOVES, THE HULKS RIGHT FOOT AND RORSCACHES MASK”
“WOULD ANY OF THESE BE TO YOUR LIKING?”
“WELL I'M NOT EVEN SURE HOW YOU'D ATTATCH THE HULKS FOOT TO YOURSELF”
“PERHAPS WITH DUCK TAPE AND A SHOE LACE, SIR!”
“YOU'VE BEEN BANNED FROM USING DUCT TAPE AND SHOELACES. REMEMBER LAST TIME”
“I BELEIVE I WAS INTOXICATED AND UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF....something AND CANNOT REMEMBER, SIR. PLEASE REMIND ME!”
“YOU TRIED MAKING RAT SHOES. OH THE MESS”
“OH YES, I REMEMBER NOW. but oh, their little feet, they - AHEM. NO, DUCK TAPE THEN?”
“PLENTY OF MESS, YOU COULD HARDLY SEE THE RATS THERE WAS SO MUCH”
“PERHAPS THEN, THE SHOE LACES AND ANY LEFT OVER THONGS I CAN FIND?”
“SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN”
“I'M ON IT NOW, SIR! UM... FORST APEARS TO BE... FLOUNCING...”
“FLOUNCING? AT HIS AGE”
“SHOULD I STOP HIM? HE'S WAFTING THE CAFTAN LIKE A CAPE ASWELL”
“OH THE NERVE OF THAT MAN. END HIM WITH THE SHOELACES”
“SIR?? R-RIGHT AWAY, SIR”
...
...
“I HAVE SAD NEWS, SIR...”
“HMM”
“FORST HAS ESCAPED AND HAS STOLEN ALL THE LEFT OVER THONGS”
“DEAR GOD! HOW DID YOU LET HIM ESCAPE”
“HE OVER POWERED ME SIR. HE... WELL... YOU SEE, I'M NOT DRESSED, SIR. AND HE... WELL... THAT IS WHY MY VOICE IS CONCIDERABLY HIGHER. IT REATHER HURST, SIR.”
“WHAT ABOUT REATHER HURST? IS SHE IN ON THIS TO?”
“IN ON WHAT, SIR? I'M SORRY SIR, MY VOICE ISN'T QUITE RIGHT AT THE MOMENT. WHAT I MEANT TO SAY WAS THAT IT RATHER HURTS... DOWN THERE...”
“YOUR FEET?”
“NO, NOT QUITE. A LITTLE HIGHER...”
“ANKLES?”
“JUST A BIT HIGHER AND TOWARDS THE MIDDLE...”
“AWESOME. SO YOU BROKE YOU PENIS, TOM?”
“YES, SIR… WELL, FORST DID WHILST MAKING HIS ESCAPE. IT WAS COMPLETLY UNCALLED FOR. I WAS ONLY FOLLOWING ORDERS”
“YOU SHOULD ALWAYS DEFEND YOUR PENIS TOM, THIS IS WHAT WE TAUGHT YOU”
“IN COMBAT TRAINING?”
“I GUESS THIS IS WHY WE'RE KICKING YOU OUT OF THE CUBS”
“YES, I MAY HAVE BEEN INTOXICATED THEN ALSO.”
“MAYBE YOU WERE, YOU SHOULD STOP DRINKING SO MUCH WHISKY PEACHES. OH… THATS WHAT I'M CALLING YOU FROM NOW ON”
“BUT THAT’S HOW I DROWN OUT THE RIDICULE OF HAVING NATURALY PINK HAIR, SIR. AND I THINK THAT NAME MIGHT JUST MAKE IT WORSE, SIR”
Well if you managed to read all that and stay sane, I salute you, and thank you for taking the time to read such crazyness :D