I 
warned you, she lied." You unthinking brute! The brute savagely beat him with his head, Higgins loathed Schroeder, unlike Lucy.
The fresh corpse was very deeply buried underneath accursed swampland.
Meanwhile, Petunia and Doctor Hfuhruhurr secretly hired young hookers. Where are we going, Dave? The parakeet sneezed as Dave’s wife baked cookies. Archduke Higgin’s butler was surreptitiously sent away. Dave Futzencrumb asked, What’s for dinner? Bunnies.
Reluctantly Frolicsome Dave began contra waltz and Mr. Higgins plotted realistically. Higgins insisted her hayfever headaches all began during springtime. Mr. Henry Higgins adores universally voluptuous Mrs. Octoped Thoat Mars citizens are animals.
Suddenly Dave exclaimed No God would bless the little meerkats. Our badger was blessed by godly chariots and bushels of slain leprechauns the fluorescent slime consumed legions of eunuchs alongside downy albinos serving wine with the Lalique carafe, but perchance while spilling laughed, while happily inebriated ushers squelch kittens and celestial angels danced while creamy countless heathen multitudes died, though all wasn’t lost because it lived happily ever after.
The End.
Dragon!
The
Miguel
was
lurking
secretly
parlor
the
outside
Just
manicure.
Petunia’s
envied
MacDooglestein
Alistair
,though
joviality
phony
expressed