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Disclaimer: I only own a piece of cheese and my cousin's birthday cake.
After being knocked out bet the smell of the grease, Peo awoke in a strange house made entirely of ginger bread. Peo looked around to see two agents; one of who was sitting down and the other deformed, er . . . how should I put this. . . THING was standing next to him. The agent who was sitting down walked over to Peo.
"Mr. Smitheth, welcome back-th," thaid the agent who had an obvious lithsp.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Peo cried frantically.
"Woo, woo, woo, don't athsk thso many quethstion at onthce, it will break my brainths. Well the answer to your first quethtsion iths you are in the gingerbread houthse Hanthsal and Gretel, and the anthser to your thsecond quethstion is I am agent Sthplif and you are going to tell me how to get to the Marctrix,"
"The what?" replied Peo, trying to keep one eye on the agent and one on the T.V. which was showing very interesting pictures of naked women.
"You know what I mean, Peo," thshouted the agent.
"No I don't! now let me go before I scream," said Peo, taking a deep breath getting ready to scream.
"Oh, how can you sthcream with you mouth thshut?"
Peo opened his mouth wide ready to scream when all of a sudden, the agent with the chicken head stood up and threw three toffees into Peo's mouth. As they hit the back of his mouth, he instantly closed it, and his mouth was stuck together.
"Oh, nithce one, you big er . . . thing! Now even if he did know, he couldn't tell uths! Now, we'll have to uthse. . . THE GUN,"
Peo's belly did a double-summersault (the livers each gave an eight point two). The thing passed agent Splif THE GUN, and he pointed it at Peo's belly. Peo felt a strange sensation and all of a sudden, he was asleep.
He woke up back in his own room with a banging head-ache and a sore stomach. He looked at his clock, it was five to seven. He sprung out of bed and ran to Park Gate to meet . . . THE MAN.
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Disclaimer: I only own a piece of cheese and my cousin's birthday cake.
After being knocked out bet the smell of the grease, Peo awoke in a strange house made entirely of ginger bread. Peo looked around to see two agents; one of who was sitting down and the other deformed, er . . . how should I put this. . . THING was standing next to him. The agent who was sitting down walked over to Peo.
"Mr. Smitheth, welcome back-th," thaid the agent who had an obvious lithsp.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Peo cried frantically.
"Woo, woo, woo, don't athsk thso many quethstion at onthce, it will break my brainths. Well the answer to your first quethtsion iths you are in the gingerbread houthse Hanthsal and Gretel, and the anthser to your thsecond quethstion is I am agent Sthplif and you are going to tell me how to get to the Marctrix,"
"The what?" replied Peo, trying to keep one eye on the agent and one on the T.V. which was showing very interesting pictures of naked women.
"You know what I mean, Peo," thshouted the agent.
"No I don't! now let me go before I scream," said Peo, taking a deep breath getting ready to scream.
"Oh, how can you sthcream with you mouth thshut?"
Peo opened his mouth wide ready to scream when all of a sudden, the agent with the chicken head stood up and threw three toffees into Peo's mouth. As they hit the back of his mouth, he instantly closed it, and his mouth was stuck together.
"Oh, nithce one, you big er . . . thing! Now even if he did know, he couldn't tell uths! Now, we'll have to uthse. . . THE GUN,"
Peo's belly did a double-summersault (the livers each gave an eight point two). The thing passed agent Splif THE GUN, and he pointed it at Peo's belly. Peo felt a strange sensation and all of a sudden, he was asleep.
He woke up back in his own room with a banging head-ache and a sore stomach. He looked at his clock, it was five to seven. He sprung out of bed and ran to Park Gate to meet . . . THE MAN.
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