Somewhere in the middle of pointless yet highly satisfying, happy-feeling, cheek-hurting-from-guffawing at nonsense conversations with obbie - the goobledoppler, more nonsense emerges...
In the face of Grave Danger...
We would whurl cats by their tail and hurl them at unassuming folk on the street
We would wait patiently on trees, eating cherries and spitting out seeds in name planning a prettier future for all of mankind
We would walk around with bright floral underwear clipped to our ear lobes
We would repeat the last word of every sentence twice twice
We would emerge as heroes - cape et all
We would sleep. Full stop. No No Comma, OK
The caterpillar would glide from the plant to the carton of Carlsberg Light and light a cigarette while he dreamt of vodka
The meek shall inherit this world
We will order one last double crust cheese pizza and hope it makes it on time
We'd romanticise the end and make it resemble the shot from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
We'd kiss and tell
We'd make a trip to Goa
We'd die another day...and then crack up on more such un-jokes
The ants will shriek "what can we say ?"
The father of the balloons will embrace porcupine uncle
We shall be the only two 'Funsters' adequately prepared to handle the situation as we have been proactive enough to think of it well in advance!
HAH! Take that you underprepared reactive world!
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