A flail of doublewings broke through the clouds, bearing down on the slumbersloth infantry, propellers brighter than all white pickshell.

Knicker-knife Dave Connelly boggled them first. ”Pop jaw, nubblins! Two and six planes voiding the rim! Kip to the guns and give those shadeyes in the wallypots a taste of the free and plummet!”

Four smoothies leapt to guns, quick as licking. Hot metals rendered forth with a scrapacious huzzah. Lines of lead found one of the interlopers and punched a pool of holes in the aluminum plating, neat as a bucket. Bull Tarkington lit bullets right up through to the engine, which flambust faster than vodka bisque. Bull winked at Davey Connelly and shouted “Trib that to me… You’ll be buying the gulps and gullumps tonight, princip!”

I was shootin' through the friz-tunnel from Brixton to SurrenderLand when the brighties goes flicky-flick and this swizbag tries to go Mike Tyson on this pretty little Mary-Kate. I gets up and crumples his brain cup against the look-through. I ends up Mayor of the day on all the news-reely shows.

Ty: Hey dude, goin’ it?

Jamal: Negat that, perspectivize this: Dayback I was testing the Nikes past this real lightning kitten and offered her a Baileys night out, and she double-polished me!

Ty: You gotta be trolling! Man, what’s with the kittens ‘round here? They don’t upvalue skidding dudes like us.

Jamal: Nail. She totally drifted me out. I don’t get it, I’m as gas as it gets!

Ty: Dude, you riot. Put her to the mental freezer, she’s so bat to the opportunities.

Jamal: Contract that. Wanna snake out and grab a few brewsers?

Ty: Trip. Let’s go.

Despite the knuck rust, he can still punch an axe and riff out some mean chunkers. His rosewood-dancing is hella-Halen!

Now Dana, she was a real stunner. When she’d come to a party and hit you with one of her frizzling looks, you spent the rest of the night trying to defrag your speech center.

And the only way to return your hormone levels to non-lethal amounts was by splurging on the ethanol.

Which in turn really sploinked your articulation.

I never did get around to asking her out.

Yo cobbler gobbler-its been a long time since you dinged your bat on the barnhouse door. Give us a tinkeltoot wormsup tomorrow and plummet by for a few saggin' bellies. There's a hotpress shufflin shack downtown and we could go twitch a few cha' s and try our better-than-muck with the sweetbees.Ya never know we might sheerdelight it. At least it 'll get us out of our kippers not to mention out of our cranners

While laxing in Geisha central with the L.G.'s last summer, I totally Jim Davis-ed like five hundred pounds of sea candy.

What ya in for?
Was phishing with some phat gnu lurez, reeling them in by the heap, but my netch got doped by the Feds. I was buphaloed and miranda'd. Since I'm a dribbler, now I been chrooted.

Hey Jimmy? Ye see that fleek new movie? It was uncooked! I cranked that place up with my real out-batchees. They be like unglued frostas.

“Hey! Sonny! You wanna come ewefoesgalore with me?”

“Yeah, sure, Henry! I got nuttin to do, I’m totally ratbombed.”

“OK, hop in. Watchu been doin’ bro’? I aint seen you round in a while. You been ironkite or summit?”

“Nah, I just got outta totalchaos last week. The Jacksom put me away for six months! Burndog!”

“Watchu in for?”

“I hung a deadartist on some bro’ after a party. Totally munted him! Heh, but he so totally deserved it, it was almost worth it. Wo’ bout you?”

“I jus been hanging with Cindy. But I done ceebeed her!”

“But she is totally carmica – the best looking doleelarma around! Are you maiowsa?”

“Yeah, she look pretty OK, but she’s too aitch-bee for me. She’s always tell me what I can’t do.”

“That’s smart! I knew you were extra deralt."

…

“Hey! Look out! The arsies! If we get banhammered I’m back in totalchaos! Give it the eyespig!”

“Too late, bro’, we’re norritted!”