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| Gary |
Stuck In The Middle With You!
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| Rosie |
When we last stalked dropped in on
our intrepid (Intrepid - fearless, adventurous (often used for rhetorical or humorous effect), Glirkazoid superheroes, Rosie and Gary, they, along with their Silver Sausage spazeship, had been swiftly devoured by a monstrous spaze beast that we will call, Phil.
Phil
Short for philiskaptiustackadacdanipickathiseaticusallicus
GARY - "So here we are, Rosie! In the belly of the beast!"
Rosie - "I don't know if I can stomach this, Gary!"
Gary - "Do you have any digestions, I mean, suggestions?"
Rosie - "Wait 'till he poops us out?"
Gary - " Negative, Rosie.
A philiskaptiustackadacdanipickathiseatacusallieus only poops every 700 yarstrabursts, and his/her stomach acid will soon eat through the Silver Sausage and disintegrate us in a matter of a specktic!" (a specktic is REALLY fast!!)
Rosie - "I have a gut feeling as to how we can get out of this mess, Gary!!"
Gary - "Would you stop with the tummy jokes! Why do you keep churning them out?"
Rosie - "All joking aside, I think I know how to make an exit out of "Phil's solar plexus!!
Remember the ancient Earth movie, Mars Attacks?"
Gary - "Yes! But you hate ancient Earth movies! How did you know about that one?"
Rosie - "I lost a bet. Anyway, when the earthlings played that Slim Whitman song, the Martian's heads exploded! Do you remember the song, Gary?"
Gary - "Sure I do! It was Indian Love Call!"
Rosie - "Oh dear, we can't play that one, because it makes Glirkazoid heads explode as well!"
Gary - "Why don't we blast out OTHER terrible ancient Earth songs over our loud speakers that we know do not make our heads explode, but may work on Phil, or Phyllis?"
Rosie - " Fabulous idea, Gary! Here goes...
At the playing of the last horrific song, "Phil" explodes into a million pieces, leaving the Silver Sausage spazeship and inhabitants intact! Although, very slimy!
What will our fearless, Glirkazoid gladiators do now?
Join us next Wednesday to find out!!
