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The sun was shining in...
Bailey's urge had begun, it was a Sunday when he entered the garage, and opened the box hidden under the ruffled pantomime horse costume on loan from Rentaghost. Inside was nothing!
Meanwhile, Bailey's wife, Brandy was holding a knife and an egg cup full of Rat poison which she was intending to add to the soup that she was making for Bailey!
Suddenly a squirrel Jumped in and knocked the potion into the waste disposal, just as Bailey entered and grabbed a sink plunger from the cupboard and said "Exterminate"
Meanwhile, in the depths of the ocean a giant Kraken had swallowed an egg cup And awoke with a terrible yolky rash on its beak.
Bailey saw the dead squirrel, its paw was pointing towards Brandy in an accusing manner. Bailey's hand reached for his gun before he realised that he'd only a whisk in his pocket. He threw it aiming at the octopus emerging 5000 miles away.
A symbiotic relationship with a shrimp, who was called Fred. They both loved the ocean and couldn't stand what man was doing but love will survive.
They gazed at each other just as a whisk flew between the kitchen table and a gigantic crocodile which had just been purchased at Tesco for Brandy's mother's ninetieth birthday as a special surprise since she loved reptilians ever since she tripped over a turtle during her childhood, holding a rubber alligator that she had been trying to feed to her sister as punishment for that time she took her last Rolo. The pain of that memory currently seared through her mind, as she bit the whisk and stood between Brandy and the slavering crocodile, just stopping Bailey and Brandy from ...
falling into a deep and combative fight.
Grabbing the crocodile by the tail, Brandy jumped and hit an Ork, who arrived from a Warcraft convention later than expected because of the police having to break out a new whisk as they broke up the convention.
Whisks were becoming short in supply in Glocca Morra, so short that people had to kneel down to buy them which started a new religion ...
"Kneel low, sweet Whisk of Infinity".chanted a crowd as "The Whisk' revealed itself within a rising wooden plinth of wood, intricately carved in the the shape of a whisk, embelished with tiny egg cups which sadly were stolen by Gonzalez, a short but stocky supermarket employee who wore pink gloves when he attended church because the elderly vicar was really a paint salesman for the dodgy paint factory, where mince pies are made with ingredients from altaranga's secret recipe which includes pink icing sugar ....
... and the juice of seven peeled King Prawns from the lair of the Kraken, who has developed a dust allergy while rising from the sea "It's bends!", shouted the First Aid volunteer who had been in the crowd of worshippers skinny dipping for the fundraiser to support 'Whiskless' families around Peckham.
The kraken crawled nearer...wheezing and sneezing loudly as he crawled towards the city.
The men of Kraken Watch were dedicated to their job. Sam Wisecracker, had loaded paracetamol due to his friend's chronic ineptitude in loading the defence weapons with smelly ammunition, unwittingly creating the first farting dart with Kraken Paracetamol Targetting capability known as "The Fart Dart".
Still the Kraken moved closer until it was within the outer limits of the city when it suddenly realised that it was under attack. Raising its shield, interestingly made from fibreglass, it blasted out a huge unexpected burp followed by fire, burning a hole completely through Sam Wisecraker's regulation boxers and singeing his delicate little posy of scented violets tied together with a shoelace from his boot.
Sam pondered the futility of life as he applied aloe vera to his delicate violet posy as the murderous clouds above suddenly started raining fish with automatic machine guns and hand grenades. Without questioning why, Sam took arms and legs from mannequins that were explosive and threw them at a bus full of shrimps. The Kraken screamed in horror, those were his shrimps and his bus. This was HIS land! His anger rose a beautiful cerise pink with a fishy aftertaste and croutons. Sam Wisecracker knew what he was hiding in his pants, a Kraken busting weapon which
was uncomfortable and yet strangely fragrant. It smelled just like a dog covered in sweet chilli chicken and tasty bonios. Brandy and Bailey still stood but wanted to sit down. Brandy's mother, Bertha, stood between the living and the dead. She was a medium, though needed a large for trousers. She sensed the Kraken nearby. Sam's hidden weapon burst into life, heading for Bailey's house. Why, his house thought Sam? Nobody understood the link between a kraken, a shrimp and
about time we did a recap ... dave! Your turn :¬)