"weer r weh" i say to kite.
"we r in BRYACLIFF" say him. "dis is asslum for inshane peepl"
"y r u hear den" i say thinking kite didnt luk insand.
"da ALLYENS tuk muh wyfe bot evry1 thunk i kiled her" say kat teer flying don his check.
"am sury" i tweet. "r u guna git ot?"
"i wil git execushioned if try to escape" say kut.
den da dur open!1 it wuz suster jood again! seh garb kite and meh. she threwed us in her offyce. seh tuk a LUTHER CROPE form her drawre lik christ grey in 50 shaydes of gray. she polled off kites hosital gowne. he wuz werring star warz under were. den seh storted to beet him all ovre da butt checks!1 he yappled in payne.
"SUSTER JOOD WAT DA FUK R U DOIN!11" some1 scroached. a nun wulked in. seh wuz tall wif red eyez and blund hare.
"i am poonishing dis yung whippersnapper sistre maury yoonice" say suster jood.
"u r doin it rong" say murray yewnyce. den bat wingz grewed form her bak!1 her nun clook turnded into a cape! red fire shotted form her eyes and smook cam ot her mouf.
"i am mury eunise da bat man!1" she yielded. she shoot LAZZER BEEMS all ovre kite and into hiz bothole!
"STUP!" i yorkled. bot syster mari oonice blow smook in mai vagini!
"roon!1" yodeled kite. he garbed meh and weh shote ot of offyce. shakespear wuz throwing bubles at us. suster jew wuz ridin on suster murray batman yewnice.
"CATCH DEM REBLES!1!" shreked sistre jew. den a banuna hit her in da face!1 a lady wif browne har was shitin on da ceeling throwing banananas!
"it is lana boonana!11!" crocked kite. weh all ran oat da dure in da nik oaf tyme.
"thank u fur helpin us mis lana bunana" i say. bot seh wuz makin ot wif sum nymfo named shully becuz she wuz plebian.
"weer shall weh goat now?1" i aksed to ket. den sumthin form da shadowz garb him and gubble him up!1
"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" i explod. sum of kite's armz and feet fall on da grund. den a blund ladi appurr!1 seh luked a leetl lik sustir maury eunyse bot her hare wuz curdly. seh luked a leetl lik steefy nikes too.
"can u hulp me?1" i queepled.
"shure" seh say. "i cun bring ur frend bak to lyfe bot weh hav to goo to knew orlins"
i pik up kites buddy and garb da ladys arm and seh tellyport to noo oorlins. dere wuz a flush of lit and weh full in a swump.
"i am moisty" say da lady. "i am a which"
weh wulk into a shak. musty pot kites buddy on a tabel. seh pot mood all ovre him and powdre and sayed spool and he woked up!
"i am tayler shorp!1" he yorkled. "i loaf you steefy niks!1"
"um no u r kite" i say. "and i am nut steevy necks"
den tailor storted to cry. he luk skizzors and joomped on meh and cutted off all mui long flewing blund hare! he stapel it to hiz hed.
"I AM STEEFY NIKS!11" he anunced. he flewed ot da winder like a white winged dove.
i cryed sink i wuz buld lik a cuncer pashent. taylir ringz lik a bell thru da nite.