:::bursts through door:::
It’s blessedwolf of the Yard!
From the epic “Erizabeth L”:
‘Ling the berr! Ling the berr!’
Good a-niiigggghhhtttt <ring-ring-ring>
Good a-niiigggghhhtttt <ring-ring-ring>
**5!
4!
3!
2!
1!**
hm. :::scribbles furiously:::
Oh, broddy herr!
All: blessedwolf! Consternation! Uproar!
Now, alduce me to introlow myslef. I’m sorry. Alself me to myduce introlow myslef. Introme -to-lose mlow alself. Alme to you introself mylowduce. Excuse me a moment. (bangs himself on the side of the head) Allow me to introduce myself. I’m afraid I must ask that no one leave the room. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Inspector Tygr.
Tygr?
(jumping) Where? Where?!?
Ahem…
I’m afraid I must not ask anyone to leave the room. No, I must ask nobody … no, I must ask everybody to… I must not ask anyone to leave the room. No one must be asked by me to leave the room. No, no one must ask the room to leave. I … I … ask the room shall by someone be left. Not. Ask nobody the room somebody leave shall I. Shall I leave the room? Everyone must leave the room… as it is… with them in it. Phew. Understand?
What body? Somebody. In this room. Must the murderer be. The murderer of the body is somebody in this room, which nobody must leave… leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tygr. Anybody with a body but not the body is nobody.
…and there was much rejoicing.
yay.
The Brontosauraus is thin at one end, much MUCH bigger in the middle, then thin again at the other end.
…past the rotating knives
-rotating knives?
-yes, rotating knves
-do you mean to kill our tenants?
-does that not fit in with your plans?
Well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage… You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker’s cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement,… you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes! **You wouldn’t let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards!?! Well I wouldn’t become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me!! **
No! It was the Blancmange!
Dear Sir,
I am writing to complain about that sketch about people falling out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once…
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THUD