Pacing the front of the room, the Glorious Lord Spaz the Raccoon Juggler surveys
his new recruits.
"YOU! Up front, with the polkadotted pants! Name, rank, and serial number! Now!" shrieked Lord Spaz.
" Dinky Toiletsprinkles; Colonel of whats left of the Red Army, sir. And whats a cereal number? I dont like cereal."
Smacking his rather large intelligent head in exasperation, the great Lord Spaz quickly changes the subject.
"Yeah, whatever. No drinking allowed in here."
Somehow, The Great Lord Spaz had not been decieved by Col.Toiletsprinkles' cleverly disguised bottle of vodka, which he had ingeniously disguised as a paper bag!
Toiletsprinkles shrugged, and passed his bottle back to another soldier.
By this time, the Great Lord Spaz was beginning to wish he had stayed at home and raised his deformed children today.
Spaz stared hard at the thin man who was now holding the bottle. The man had uneven ears, and his hair wasnt that great, either.
And his uniform was wrinkled. Then Spaz realized the wrinkles were skin. THE MAN WAS BUCK NAKED!
"YOOOU!" Spaz yelled. "WHO DARES BE NAKED IN MY PRESENCE!!!"
At this time another soldier spoke up.
"Sir, best leave Frank alone, he aint right in the head, sir."
"Stay outta this. MAN, SPEAK UP!"
The soldier stared blankly at his superior, then screamed:
"PARKING INTO THE COME-LOT! ASSING YOUR KICK I WILL!"
Now it was Spaz's turn to stare blankly. It took his mind a few seconds to untangle the soldiers sentence.
"So, you cant talk well eh?"
"TALKING HA!ENGLISH SPEAK WELL VERY CANT I!"
'Riiiiiiight..." Spaz mused. "NEXT!"
A small man about 2 feet tall stepped up.
"Leiutenant Frank Assburn of the MSYC, sir."
'MSYC?" the raccoon juggle asked.
"Midget Squadron Yacht Club"
Spaz kicked the midget, walked out of the room, and went straight home, never to be seen again.
END
his new recruits.
"YOU! Up front, with the polkadotted pants! Name, rank, and serial number! Now!" shrieked Lord Spaz.
" Dinky Toiletsprinkles; Colonel of whats left of the Red Army, sir. And whats a cereal number? I dont like cereal."
Smacking his rather large intelligent head in exasperation, the great Lord Spaz quickly changes the subject.
"Yeah, whatever. No drinking allowed in here."
Somehow, The Great Lord Spaz had not been decieved by Col.Toiletsprinkles' cleverly disguised bottle of vodka, which he had ingeniously disguised as a paper bag!
Toiletsprinkles shrugged, and passed his bottle back to another soldier.
By this time, the Great Lord Spaz was beginning to wish he had stayed at home and raised his deformed children today.
Spaz stared hard at the thin man who was now holding the bottle. The man had uneven ears, and his hair wasnt that great, either.
And his uniform was wrinkled. Then Spaz realized the wrinkles were skin. THE MAN WAS BUCK NAKED!
"YOOOU!" Spaz yelled. "WHO DARES BE NAKED IN MY PRESENCE!!!"
At this time another soldier spoke up.
"Sir, best leave Frank alone, he aint right in the head, sir."
"Stay outta this. MAN, SPEAK UP!"
The soldier stared blankly at his superior, then screamed:
"PARKING INTO THE COME-LOT! ASSING YOUR KICK I WILL!"
Now it was Spaz's turn to stare blankly. It took his mind a few seconds to untangle the soldiers sentence.
"So, you cant talk well eh?"
"TALKING HA!ENGLISH SPEAK WELL VERY CANT I!"
'Riiiiiiight..." Spaz mused. "NEXT!"
A small man about 2 feet tall stepped up.
"Leiutenant Frank Assburn of the MSYC, sir."
'MSYC?" the raccoon juggle asked.
"Midget Squadron Yacht Club"
Spaz kicked the midget, walked out of the room, and went straight home, never to be seen again.
END