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When we see Mort next, he is fully limbed again for some mysterious reason which no one yet movie directors can understand. Mort was not looking forward to his next guests. How he rued the day God left. When the doorbell ringed, he decided not to open the door. Instead he lay down on the sofa, ready to fall asleep. Not many people know that he is actually seeing if he can beat the "lazy ass person" record. Or so he says. I personally think he has unsolved issues and just wants to ignore his problems. Man, he has issues. Anyway, he couldn't sleep for long, since someone was bashing down the door. He woke up eventually when someone chucked corn at him. This got him angry…
"Corn, sweet corn…HANG ON! SOMEONES BEEN MESSING UP MY CORN! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!"
And then he stormed over to wear a (slightly) sheepish bunch of The Sex Pistols were standing. "It wasn't us mate…asks that dodgy (rude gesture) blonde in "Abba" drawled Johnny Rotten…
"NO! IT WASN'T ME! Please believe MEEEEE!" after that, the um, "dodgy blonde", Agnetha Fältskog (apparently…), spent most of the evening after that rocking in the corner, occasionally screaming "So when you're near me darling can't you hear me SOS the love you gave me nothing else can save me SOS when you're gone how can I even try to go on when you're gone though I try how can I carry on….SOOOOS!" While Bjorn patted her shoulder from time to time, reminding her to think happy thoughts, such as the night they crossed the Rio Grande, or how the stars shone bright for liberty, or when children dance and sang in those rooms, or when the super trooper lights made her feel like a number one…OK. I could go ON AND ON about their song lyrics, yet let us not the forget the Sex Pistols getting our dear Morty drunk. He was currently dancing on the table in his underwear…hang on, listen…sound of a million fan girls storming to Lake Tashmore…. OH well, I'm pretty sure Mort didn't get hurt. He was having the time of his life. Dancing and twisting, trying to sing "Jumping Jack Flash". The Sex Pistols were OK too; they were also trying to sing. Yet they were singing "Night Fever", trying to do the movements, but they were unsuccessful since they were also trying to chat up missy mee and beat up a lampshade called "Bob" at the same time.
"Mort Rainey?" Inquired missy mee,
"Your 200 crates of beer accompanied by a dancing reincarnation of Bob Marley has arrived. Are you jammin' Mr. Rainey?
"Whaaaaaat?" Mort had joined the Sex Pistols trying to to chat up missy mee. She giggled, yet it was all part of the service.
"Oh yes giggle giggle, your latest visitor has arrived"
"But…But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!...suuuurry, these ARE my guests, riiihgt? pokes Sid Vicious and starts a proper bar brawl. Despite the fact mort does not have a proper bar, one has appeared and missy mee is helping the author take down all the glass bottles"
"I'm afraid not giggle, blush"
"Missy me, are you drunk?" inquires our cute, sober (apparently), author
"NOO! Oh what a niiiiiiight! Why did it take so long for me to see the light? Seemed so wrong yet now it seems so right! What a lady what a niiiiiigth!"
"Ok, then I guess I shall join youauthor jumps up to sing with missy mee and do the can-can, forgetting to write about the next guest
"HEY!" yells the next guest…
"Chill dude, freak out with us! Play boggle and dig the Abba sense of fun!" says a rather flushed Bjorn…
Little Bo Peep decides she would rather sit prettily at the edge of the bar than play boggle. She shined with a Radient light, her clothes were in pristine condition, she was disapproving of the drunken yobs, she hated all…
At least, until the authoress and missy me shoved her into a puddle of beer. We hate competition.
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I hope missy mee allows me to use her name. PLEASE REVIEW! Please, please…
joins Agnetha Fältskog in singing "SOS"…