Hey gringo.
So you're the one who comes to challenge the King of Kings,
The Lords of Lords and the conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah? (sniff),
Well, sorry for you my friend,
I no see your face,
But music can,
Come on.....
There was a young man from Darjeeling
Who got on a bus bound for Ealing,
It said on the door, "Do not spit on the floor"....
So he laid down and spat on the ceiling.
Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits On a lurgid bee That mordiously hath bitled outIts earted jurtles Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts And living glupules frart and slipulateLike jowling meated liverslime Groop, I implore thee,
my foonting turlingdromes And hooptiously drangle me With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon See if I don't.
--- Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz [Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy].
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