I…I merely meant, Your Majesty, that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
Hamrag - Hamrag Yatlerot.
Trading was crisp at the start of the day with some brisk business on the floor. Rubber hardened and string remained confident. Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm. Small dark furry things increased severely on the floor, whilst rude jellies wobbled up and down, and bounced against rising thighs which had spread to all parts of the country by mid-afternoon. After lunch naughty things dipped sharply forcing giblets upwards with the nicky nacky noo. Ting tang tong rankled dithely, little tipples pooped and poppy things went pong! Gibble gabble gobble went the rickety rackety roo and …
I say, mater, cabbage crates coming over the briny.
It was Shaw’s!
What, ridden on a horse?
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
Uh, I don’t now ---- AAAUGH!
Aaaaugh! Stop saying the word!
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This is the silliest sketch I’ve ever been in.
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Shall we stop it?
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Yeah, all right.
Well… er… you’re a rich man.
Look, you’re a busy man.
We could do with somebody like you to feed the pantomime horse.
Now I’ve asked you in here to see me this morning because I’m afraid we’re going to have to let one of you go. I’m very sorry but the present rationalization of this firm makes it inevitable that we hive one of you off.
The mill’s closed. There’s no more work. We’re destitute. I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments
I told you to lay off the beans, you whore!
Pang! Right in the toast. A brief struggle and all is over. Poor breakfast! Another victim of the… aargh!
From Harold. He’s that sheep there over under the elm. He’s that most dangerous of animals, a clever sheep.
I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same.
Oh, I’ve had enough of this. I’m handing in my notice.