He Did It With Monkeys, You Know
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Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
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Oh for God's sake, Pinchbottome. For the last time, you are not Harry Potter, the Lumos spell does not make the lights go out, and you damned well better start explaining why you were waving your "wand" around in front of Brownie Troop #217!
Luckily Fauntleroy was there with his trusty stick to shew them what happended to any one who looked jewish, foreign, communist or had a disability, in this neck of the woods....
"Quick!! Grab him Igor! We can't afford another "lol sex" incident!"
'"eh hehe master" replied Igor "but his stick is so thick and firm. I think he might have oiled it...."
"Back, I say! You sex-demented fiend!"
"He Heheh heheheh he."
As quickly as it had begun, Stick Fiend's attack was crushed by Disheveled Old Man's superior kung-fu.
My God! The light started swinging when he tapped it with his wand! He truly is a mind freak!
Young Timmy had a date, but no matter how many clues he gave the meeting, they didn't get it.
"It's ten past bloody five you old farts. Don't you have a life outside the office?"
(ok, I have issues with the long hours culture)
"What brush shaft? How dare you accuse me!"
"It was YOU at the beach that day!"
"Yes, yes, now stop waving that thing about. How do you think I lost the first one?"
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