Fantastic Metropolis

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I’m sure your life was quite a pleasant story to recreate grannie but have a care you and your Voyage of the Beagle are surrounded by sharks not at all taken aback by the darkness of the present day. I know you. While I keep on writing this puppet show you’ll go and read someone else’s baked potato. A bullet in the stomach of our enemies. Boppy rifled the lead balloon with fire arrows turning the man-o’-war into a large tree and dropping their foes to the fins below. Flinging his crossbow to eight forty he leapt on the second balloon causing the bandits to abandon ship. Taking advantage of the retreat of number three Zari managed to spray paint a dripping red skull on the white silk envelope. Bandits emptied silent firearms into the funniest papier-mâché Great Boppy knickers had ever made. What a jolly dolt. Too bad the wicked always prevail. You and I huddled together shivering half starved and half asleep in the bottom of an air boat passing through a flock of cat like doggies with horns turned out to skewer an overweight namby pamby. Whatever said Sid get to the point.

Why on earth? I thought—

Plenty of robots would have shot the film here on the moon but I wanted a really uncomfortable convalescent home. They say that dying in pain is hereditary there. You laugh on a perfect beach covered with brains one day and then checkmate death gets the rest.

Trouble? Machinery. Poor rusty friends I cannot bear to see them erased. Certainly not now.

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Lightly taking the knock within reach I do my best to smash things up. Better let me see you home. Colly leave that last jar of flies and get this balloon back on course. We must sail quietly across the forests of misery and want. Land! Boppy frowned. Zari was hopping about shilly shallying like a popinjay. Adventures!

Excuse me is that your wax baby? I’m afraid you can’t get comfortable on this spot.

A melting ice floe let the frozen monster loose on shipwreck island he had plenty of time to hate before we returned. Take forty disappearing Prairie elves on flying squirrels to the hurricane deck at once. Luckily the man who was dead barked at the swans in furs two hundred years old. Great Boppy stopped the airship over the skulking fellow with baited breath.

How hopeless it is to believe in a well made face. Iphigenia poured herself a cup of coffee.

When he heard this the stranger dropped his Mary Shelley doll and plunged into the interior of the island. They followed floating low through the bubble gum trees. He moved towards the observatory so they landed near by. Huh no stupid wars in weeks the strawberries are all about. Dandelion abruptly sat down laying an egg in the straw without a word.

I won’t be long said Iffy looking very pretty and spoilt. Fortunately for us!

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You may ask who had the bad taste to author this thoughtless book. What talkative fool took the time to laboriously carve lamentations so full of irony while lions perished in the midst.