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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 ....
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