“That’s not really one sentence,” Sam said accusingly.
“Poetic License,” responded the Rabbi, “And my VBG …as well as necessary literary explanation, giving verisimilitude to an otherwise bland and uninteresting narrative.”
“Well, I guess he knows his Gilbert & Sullivan,” conceded Dusty.
Returning to the Mitzvah plane with the captive rabbit, the Rabbi and his associate saw a mysterious figure standing nearby.
The Golem grabbed the Rabbi by the arm and said “I sense a great distoibance in da foice.”
“Oye, Guys and Dolls I should never have let you see already,” muttered the Rabbi.
“Call a lawyer an’ sue me, what can you do me?” shrugged the Golem, now clad in a dark, pinstripe suit with white shirt and white tie, pockets filled with dice and playing cards.
“Oye vey, please do not let him sing”, whispered the Rabbi.
In the distance, the first few notes of “I Hope I Get It” play and someone shouts “5-6-7-8!”
“Get a grip already, my terra cotta friend, we have to see about this nefarious goyim messing with the Mitzvah plane!” chided Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levaias.
“What happened to 1, 2, 3 and 4?” asked someone in the back of the room.
“I don’t know about 4, but 1, 2, & 3 are here.” answered someone else
“It could be woise,” Rabbi Yehudah ben Bezalel Levaias consoled himself, "he thinks he’s Skye Masterson, but he could think he’s Jack Bauer."
Wu said, “That Jack Bauer, he spent some time in China recently, didn’t he?”
“Yes, at a health resort,” replied Watt.
“Remind me not to go there, pfui,” said the Rabbi.
Sure anything for you, would you like to get some grub?
The grub (who looked eerily like Bert), said, “Let me be Frank with you, or Ernest if you’d rather,” as he pulled out a Halal flame-thrower from his gullet.
“Oy, again with the flamethrowers…” Joshie muttered.
Sadie grabbed the thing nearest her hand, which happened to be an open container of table salt, and flung it at [del]Frank[/del] Earnest the Grub, hitting him square between the shoulders.