I always get it up for the touch of a younger kind, yeah!
When Austin woke up from his VERY SWINGING LIE DOWN (as swinging as a lie down could be without LEOPARD PRINT SHEETS, ROTATING SHAGTASTIC BED, AND MIRRORS), he felt a bit off, like he'd gone all soft and deep and wide while he was sleeping, and he didn't think he could DO that because HE WAS NOT A FOUNTAIN FLOWING DEEP AND WIDE. Although, come to think of it, if Basil Exposition were here with some SWINGING SPY GADETS, Austin might have had the capability to FLOW WITH MOJO LIKE IMOGENE COCO.
Because he is Very British, Austin decided that A NICE CUPPA would be just the thing to get him back on track, so he went into the kitchen and brewed himself up some of the Really Very Horrid But What Other Choice Does a Bloke Have on a Deserted and Mostly Square Island Green Tea.
Humming to himself, he walked back out and headed toward the compound, tossing off a VERY FETCHING COMPLIMENT to a fit young bird along the way. She took one look at him and screamed before running into the labs, and he just shrugged. He knew he was DEAD FIT, but honestly! A bird will give herself a HEART ATTACK if she can't learn to control her RAGING HORMONES around his presence.
The rec room seemed to be calling to him, so Austin ponied his way there, which was A BIT DIFFICULT TO DO WHILST CARRYING A CUPPA, but he did manage to PONY LIKED HE OWN-IED and didn't even spill a drop!
As soon as he passed the threshhold into the rec room, the jukebox began to play. Austin hadn't realised a jukebox had been installed, but it was ACE, even though he didn't know the THUMPING TUNE pouring out of it.
"Oo my little pretty one, pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Oo you make my motor run, my motor run
Gun it coming off of the line, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up with a touch of the younger kind
My-ee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!
Ma ma ma my Sharona..."
Before he knew it, Austin was PONYING and MASHED POTATOING and FREDDYING right along with the song, and he was quite put out when it ended and some crap ballroom dancy type thing started playing.
He wanted to hear the song about the dirty touch again, so he stamped his foot as if THAT WOULD DO THE TRICK.
"PLAY MY SONG AGAIN!" he brayed at the box, and then he frowned. His chest felt a little...jiggly.
"I'M MELTING!"
Because he is Very British, Austin decided that A NICE CUPPA would be just the thing to get him back on track, so he went into the kitchen and brewed himself up some of the Really Very Horrid But What Other Choice Does a Bloke Have on a Deserted and Mostly Square Island Green Tea.
Humming to himself, he walked back out and headed toward the compound, tossing off a VERY FETCHING COMPLIMENT to a fit young bird along the way. She took one look at him and screamed before running into the labs, and he just shrugged. He knew he was DEAD FIT, but honestly! A bird will give herself a HEART ATTACK if she can't learn to control her RAGING HORMONES around his presence.
The rec room seemed to be calling to him, so Austin ponied his way there, which was A BIT DIFFICULT TO DO WHILST CARRYING A CUPPA, but he did manage to PONY LIKED HE OWN-IED and didn't even spill a drop!
As soon as he passed the threshhold into the rec room, the jukebox began to play. Austin hadn't realised a jukebox had been installed, but it was ACE, even though he didn't know the THUMPING TUNE pouring out of it.
"Oo my little pretty one, pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Oo you make my motor run, my motor run
Gun it coming off of the line, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up with a touch of the younger kind
My-ee ey-ee by-ee ahee ah woo!
Ma ma ma my Sharona..."
Before he knew it, Austin was PONYING and MASHED POTATOING and FREDDYING right along with the song, and he was quite put out when it ended and some crap ballroom dancy type thing started playing.
He wanted to hear the song about the dirty touch again, so he stamped his foot as if THAT WOULD DO THE TRICK.
"PLAY MY SONG AGAIN!" he brayed at the box, and then he frowned. His chest felt a little...jiggly.
"I'M MELTING!"