Having relayed his ominous, although utterly confusing and bizarre message, the grim marauder relinquished his CRIMSON GLOVE OF DOOM! doom doom...
"Dude!" enthusiastically spake the goblin. "How do you get that echoing effect? It's spiffy to the max plus five!" The blackened giant stood in awesome silence.
... and continued to stand in awesome silence...
... aaannnddd still. Until! -
"I like the beach of puppies in tartar sauce," he menacingly stated, followed by, "The summer gives me inflated gas prices in ascending order." Not even the random assembly of fragments that construct the Ghobling's mind could decipher the speech of the lumbering dunderpot, who had recently fallen down.
"Oh, I get it now," Gobbo said upon revelation. "This guy is, er, was one of the Judge's 'clients' for street pharmacy," he corrected once remembering the shiny red shoes upon his ears. Also, it came to his attention at this time that the shoes, in fact, were originally white. Thouroughly disgusted with the gory footwear, he licked them like the freak he is. "Aw man, you can get stoned on this guy's blood! ... Sweet." Turning back the prone marauder while pocketing his recent discovery for later use, he said...
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