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You are standing on a large..what? stop whispering in your ear, it's my job I'm supposed to whisper in your ear. who are you, then?" The other large and mystical looking man replies if with some reverberance, strange because you are not standing in a place where resonance would normally take place " I have come to replace you old man you have grown senile in your old age". "What?" the first narrator replies "I know you, you're Zipdin Oldhedge's son aren't you?I remember when you were a baby don't you______" The new narrator walks up to the old one, gags him and sits him down beside the wall and kicks him sharply so that he disappears into some kind of invisible door between the demensions then he turns back to you and finally says, "Right I'm the narrator and I can do the job right, no whispering or anything, and you the one who's narrating now, seeya, I know you were just filling in till I got here" O.k right seeya then bye. there is a sound of a door opening and shutting and then I'm gone. "right let's get the ball rolling shall we my speech will not be in inverted commas as and from now o.k?" right, well you are standing on a large if rather disgustingly squishy and moist bed in a dimly lit and very small room decorated with bright pink and floral wallpaper, not what you had expected eh? well anyway as you have probably already noticed you are wearing an underpants on your head, don't take it off you'll ruin the effect,as a large woman enters the room wearing a horrible garish........luminous orange jacket with neon lights on it she turns and gazes at you ,her mouth open, and oh I forgot to mention you're stark bollock naked too. |
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