Hell I'll have a go...

"Doo-be-doo-be-dooooo! Be-doo-be-doo-be-doo-be-doo-be-doooooo!"

"Hi-dily-ho! my little chiddlerings!
Let me help you with that heavy load of yours.

***Long drawn out scream, ending suddenly***

Tired indeed you must be, with such a burden heavy;
A heavy load for you and me,
with lots of cream and crockery!"

"Tee-hee!"

"But enough of our fun and games, our happy little fol-de-rol.
Let me tell you a cheery story."

"There one was a man with a hole in his face;
Who lived in a palace and had golden plates.
His little play soldiers owned all the guns;
Which (in my opinion) takes away all the fun."

"He made all the boxes in magical hues;
And sent out a pattern, hypnotically rude!
It made people silly, despite their good sense;
But that didn't matter, for he paid the rent!"

***Uncontrollable giggling***

"Down Mr Ratikins!
Cease your annoyances!
Can you not see that I have guests, whose cloth is fine and whose teeth are straight!"

"Now, where has the young gentleman's head gotten to.
Fear not, sir, I have dispatched the unhappy rodent!"

***Sebastian the Toymaker, Serial Killer***


"Is he gone, Bob?"

"Yep"

"Did he leave any of them behind?"

"Yep"

"Any good meat?"

"Yep"

"Lets eat then"

"OK"

***Bob & Wally, Lower Downtown locals***


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