Neverending Story [Game]

[Hubble86]

Nonsense, you say! I shall give you nonsense! A kick in your goat-bladder-ass!

You, a simple stinking goatbladder, have apparently seduced and blinded my daughter, and only God in heaven knows what she sees in you. A BLADDERRAG!

PFFFF, But I will put an end to this silliness! Travel? With you in a bag? Or how? I am sure you will be put in the first quarantine, as rabies-infected.

My 100 dollars was a test, and I am prepared to offer you much more, and it is an offer you can't say no to. CAPISHE?

My daughter can not knit and especially not polka-dot-dresses. Huh, how lost you are, and sorry to say, so is even my poor daughter...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I, Arnold, offer to kill and eat the offending liver, in exchange for a shawarma platter.

Greetings from In-N-Out Burger,
Arnold Layne

[Hubble86]

Hear, hear! Thank you mister Baker, but here we are talking about a thin bag-bladder and NOT a bloody-liver-Arnold-meal.

And when did you take over as spokesman for the fatty?
Stay with your buns and muffs, baker!

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I can't help it. The fatso has taken over my account. Heeeeelpppp!!!


Arnold Aaaaaaaaaayne

[Hubble86]

I can understand, if you are redlettered
furious. Arnold and Freckle seem to have ganged together
and steel from you, like ravens. Rhymes
and accounts. Maybe also muffs...

As I understand it, you have no choice, but to obtain
theft-protection and I have two gangstas I can
recommend.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

I would like to hire your gangstas. Do they have pistolas? And guitarras? And chimichangas? We will need all three. Tell me what I should do! That Arnold is a terror and a menace to society that must be stopped in his tracks. And Freckle is foolishly stricken with that male organ and must have some sense talked into her.

AAAAAAAAAArnold LA^10yne

[Hubble86]

Jaja! You can, with the utmost confidence, apply
to the two gangstas I suggest. But I'm not sure about their chimichangas-possession. ( what is that? )
I think however that they are fearsome enough, with their big double-pistolas.


Well, well. Those two brutes I talk about, live ten minutes from your brown box, and it is very practical
to have gangsta-connection, so close in the neighborhood.
One of them is ice-cold and storms forward like a huge truck. The other calls himself COP
( ) and is very laugh-wrinkled. He has tried to start a new no-gangsta-life in Seattle, far away from Paenis, where he used to live earlier. But haha, no luck yet...

If you can get those gentlemen to scare, or kill, that goat-bladder, I will be very generous. But what you do with the Fatty is up to you. It is the bladder I want to get rid of...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Meanwhile in "My Nicest".


Those two gangstas, were the most miserable and pathetic gangstas the world ever has seen. Don't recommend them to anyone. Again!

Well! They knocked at my door and asked for Arnold! ARNOLD!?! Then they confided to me, that they would kidnap him. Those two spindly guys would kidnap big dangerous Arnold! That I would have liked to see! Haha!

I told them that they should be careful, when they handled Arnold. He, that eats live livers as candy!

I offered them restorative coffee and muffins, which they liked. Very much! They talked in wonder with Bladder, since they never before had met a speaking goatbladder.

Bladder wasn't late to complain over all showers and the silly doll-cradle he had to sleep in, and asked if he could follow them (the gangstas! Huh) out in the bigbig wide world. The wrinkled "cop" asked me, in a polite way, if I would allow that, and I said YES right away. I was, to be honest, rather tired of the stench and all the showers...

I'm sure poor bladder soon will get enough of the Seattle-gangsta-world, but "My Nicest" door will be closed for goatbladders from now on.

Can you please send me some invisiblepills. I have a plan...

[mocobhc]

I wonder if Freckle is still invisible in Seattle. Or still missing? As far as I heard she found her way out of the timemaze already some weeks ago by the help of a goats' innards or something like that, but noone could confirm that strange rumour yet...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Thank you Moco, for asking! And I am eager to tell you!!

Jaja! I left the Rag-Bladder and the two Seattle-gangstas, in their pursuit of the liverloving Arnöld and after the intake of an invisiblepill, I used the Gary-Monst-Bubble. Again!

The bubble needed energyrefill and I went to the biggest powerdepot in US. The White House! Bumkabum I landed in the Oval Room, where Obama and former Secretary of Defence Leon Panetta, discussed how to handle the Egyptcrisis. Panetta admitted that he had a dream.

"I would love to bumb those shitpyramids" he whispered, so NSA couldn't hear him.

"Jaja! Hihi!" said Obama,"And then some sandn****r could intone."Of gravel thou comet, to gravel thou return, bye,bye Pyramidalpyramids!"

I felt a big protest growing inside me, and I couldn't help myself! So I kicked that blabbering Panetta in his arse. Bump, bump! I was of course sure that he couldn't see me.

Butt, butt, vojne, vojne. That guy must eat kryptonite-cereals for breakfast! He had x-ray-gaze and recognized me. A devilish scream, from burning hell, filled the Oval Room...

"Heeelppp! The freckled girl from Haiti, that the tiger tried to eat, is here and she kicked me in my arse! Heeellpp Barack, she will kill me..."

"What?:? "

Obama couldn't see a thing, so he looked at Panetta with bewildered, confused, round eyes.

"Freckled girl? Tiger? Haiti?"

"No, no, not Haiti! Hawaii. But fuck that! Whereever! She is here now and she has some tent with her!"

"Tent? How are you Leon?"

Now I realized I had to interfere, so I said. "No tent,no. A bubble! Gary Monsts ,the cow-aliens, bubble! And I am going to take you to another planet, in another solarsystem, Leon Panetta!"

Poor Leon fainted, and Obama called the Securityguys. What they thought at NSA, I have no idea, but I suppose they were flabbergasted. Haha!

So I beamed home to Lund in Sweden. No one had really missed me, and life went on as usual...


Are you going to Balingen? I would have loved to be there, but my short vacation is over, so there is no time for festivalfestivities...

[mocobhc]

butt your friends missed you I guess they just didn't know how to deal with a Freckleghost... weird enough of course, considering their rather interesting experiences during the last years, but maybe a ghost is a bit harder to handle than aliens...?

No, unfortunately I won't be able to go to BYH, they're playing so early that I wouldn't get there on time but I won't complain, I'll see them at Tuhdimmat Tahdit in Nokia in two weeks :luv1: my secret wish is that they finally play Deep Unknown again...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Oh dear! I understand that you wonder a little over the difference between Aliens and Ghosts, and since I have experiences from both, I will share them with you.

I have met three types of Aliens.

1. Gary-Pekka! He is like a relatively normal human, and most of his species work in places like NASA and CIA. That serves both us and them, since they can give our governments information about us plebeians, and they (the Aliens of course, huh!)can keep contact with their own planet Excessa.

Those who aren't spies, are often goatfarmers and make addictive and dulling yoghurtsauce. They are all extremely allergic to sushi and mangoes.

2. The Monsts came from another galaxy and are very unlike us. They are big and ugly, and when they were exposed to the new bumb, we understood that they have irrational and easily manipulated molecules. They will probably have difficulties with the integration.

3. Vasps! Those insectlike individuals may be among the first on our planet, and it is said that they killed the dinos with their toxic stings. They are accepted as a pest, but have never been a success.

Now to the Ghosts! I was just a Ghost, for a short while, when I wandered in the Limbo-Valley and I remember, that I visited you in a dangerous situation. It was a very peculiar experience, to be inside several persons at the same time, but it only lasted for some minutes and I was soon back in the Granadareality again!

The conclusion must be, that there is a big difference between Aliens and Ghosts, but I think that Aliens, at last, will be Ghosts, just as we. And huh, how I fear, what will happen, when I stand eye to eye, with all those Vasp-Aliens I killed... HUHHUHHUH...

[mocobhc]

Yesyes, it's probably wiser to stick to aliens who don't change their appearance or physical condition so often!

Haha I wonder how Leon is doing! Will he get over his remarkable experience, or will he spend the rest of his life in an institution no one knows about? Maybe we should visit him every now and then to see how he's doing... On the other hand, I'd rather like to know how the rest of our friends are doing! Of course I happen to know that Moco is lying in bed with a cold in the middle of summer and that Freckle has returned home after this exhausting chapter, trying to live a life without alienghostexperiences for a while, but what about meanwhile in El Salvador, where a certain person well known to a few of us wonders about where all the watermelons have gone (I could need a bite now btw), or about the farmer who doesn't know why the goatmilk strictly refuses to turn into cheese? Sounds like a few of the latest happenings still have their consequences! Hmmmm...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Hmmm! In the meanwhile you can meet them all in my f.b...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Jaja! "All" was an exaggeration. Gary Pekka Fucking refuses to take part. He is a little sensitive about the net. Bad experiences I think...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Here we go again!

Meanwhile at NSA headquarter and cybercom, where 22 Gary Snow worked, under commander Gary Snow number one. All were called Gary Snow, but with different numbers, and everyone were very allergic to sushi.

The Snows had just observed how Leon Panetta had a traumatic experience in the White House, and then was swiftly taken to hospital. They tried now to analyze what had occurred.

"We have to wait for the doctors diagnosis of Panetta," said the commander. "We don't know if we can trust the guy, or if he has gone completely berserk. Could anyone of you see the freckled girl in a tent?"

An unison NO!

"Neither could the President or the securityguys. But there was a big disturbance in the electric field, a real powerloss. And Panetta seemed genuinely horrified. Will you connect me to the hospital."

Two doctors examined Leon Panetta, that slowly came to consciousness. "He seems to have got a very intense shock!" said one of the docs. "How are you Mr Panetta? Can you tell us what happened to you!"

Panetta gazed at them with glazed eyes.

"She threatened to take me to another Galaxy. She was freckled and I have seen her before on Haiti, when a Tiger-Alien nearly ate her. She had a tent!"

The docs looked at each other and hummed. They hadn't heard about the declassified Cow-Aliens on Hawaii or the bombing.

"Aha? That freckled girl threatened you with a tent?"

"Yes, yes! A big tent! She said that she would take me in that tent to another planet! We must save our President and evacuate the House before we bumb it. I am sure there are hundreds of freckled aliens there, but they are invisible to those who don't eat Kellogs kryptonitecereals for breakfast!"

The docs had seen many stressed politicians before and gave Panetta a big injection of diazepam. He closed his eyes and mumbled..."Bumb the freckled, bumb the freckled...buuumb the freckled Cow-Tiger-Aliens...


All the Gary-Snows at NSA wrinkled their foreheads. They suspected that Panetta really had seen the light and that a new breed of aliens had established themselves on Earth... Freckled CowTigers...HUHHUH.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Moco would like to know, what Gary P and the others are doing this Summer, and I will try to tell her.

Meanwhile at the "Happygoatgoaround", in Finland, where Gary P. is very depressed. Life on Earth is not what he had hoped for. Boring is the word! Lonely! Boringly lonely! "And where are all my almost friends", he thought.

Where did you go all my Buddies?

Where are you now,
Where are you now, my dove,
I am staying on my goatfarm all day,
But you are not here, you are so far away...

He remembered a nice German girl, with a strange name. Moco was it? Germans really gave their children peculiar names. But where was she? He hadn't seen her for months.

The poet had also disappeared, and there wasn't a single new poem about green birds. It was said that he had no longer time for culture like that. He had a water-melon and mangoimportbusiness and till that Gary P's five daughters and their now 17 year old alienmama to take care of.

Strutt, his buddy on the UFO had been promoted to Super-General on Excessa, and in his place they had put an IDIOT. They never talked!

What about the Seattle-baker and the fatty? Ouch, the baker had married some Anal-Emmmma and they baked and they baked. The Fatty was in jail for live-liver-theft.

ÖHubble and Freckle were the only ones that sent him a mail now and then. The professor made his pills, as usual, and he was very enthusiastic about a new one, that could change humans to almost what they wanted. Ants or tigers,it was the same!

Freckle had been involved in a spyscandal in US, but was now back in Sweden. GaryP. decided to visit her and the German girl very soon.

That will cheer me up, he thought, and looked a little less depressed...

[mocobhc]

... but I need a small gift for them, I can't show up uninvited without anything! Maybe I ought to give them some of my goatcheese no. 1312 which has won the reputable K-supermarket-Kupiainen-goatcheeseofthehalfyearaward three times in a row? I bet they haven't tried this one yet, oh yes that's going to be a lovely little welcome gift! I'll just have to make sure that I wrap it up very thoroughly, otherwise the Finnair fellows will start to think they have a terrorist on board who intends to start an attack with toxic gas...

So Gary P. put on his hiking boots and made his way to the mysterious plants which his goats had accidentally chowed out of his plantcollectingbasket some months ago and which seemed to be the reason for the remarkable taste and smell of this multipleawardwinning goatcheese. Plants he had never seen before and which no book and no encyclopedia in the world seemed to know yet, and which grew only in the middle of a small circle of 12 planes in a forest not far away from his goatfarm. He gave them some more plants than the usual amount, because he wanted this cheese to be the best goatcheese the universe had ever tasted. He petted the goats, talked to them and told them about some of their past adventures, and he milked the goats very carefully. Usually he then added the acidophilus cultures and the lab, and when the milk had turned into a thick gelatinous mass, he cut it into pieces, let the whey run out of the pieces and put them into the Excessa-shaped cheesemoulds and let the rest of the whey run out, then he turned the cheeses around and around, wiped them with salty water (to which he secretly added some of the mysterious plants as well), and after a while he had the awardwinning cheese. So he started to do as usual, but since he wanted to create THE cheese and not just an awardwinning one, instead of adding the plants to the wiping water, he added some of them to the acidophilus milk. Then he carried over the lab and started to stir it into the milk.

Uh oh, what on earth is happening there? Did I stir too much? Why does the milk start to bubble and increase in volume? And why the hell does it do that so fast, oh damn, it bubbles over the dish...
Now please, would that stuff stop bubbling? Hey, stuff, you already ruined my table, it's time to stop now! Oh dear, now it already bubbles on the floor... and the stuff bubbles and bubbles already up to my knees! What's going on here?! Damn, to move is quite a hard task in all this bubblestuff... oh man, already to the hips, maybe I ought to get out of here! Yes, I think that's definitely a very good idea! If only moving wouldn't be so difficult... oahh, still a few meters to go, and I wonder if I manage to open the heavy door... I guess I have to try the open window there, but - AAAAAAAAHHHH HELP!!! HELP!!! ISN'T THERE ANYOblblblblbl -

and when his hand was the only remaining part of his body which could be seen in all the bubblestuff, another hand catched his arm, and slowly pulled him out of the bubblestuff! Phew! That was CLOSE! The hand wiped the bubblestuff from his nose and mouth so he could breathe again, and then from his eyes so he could see again. He saw a small funny boat in which he was squatted in and which seemed to float on a pale yellow thick river which ran from his house into the direction of the forest. He turned around and saw his saviour -

[SentineLEX]

...A MAN-GOAT.

"I AM THE MANGOAT" boomed the mangoat.

"You... don't exactly look like a goat" Gary P said.

"BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" boomed the mangoat.

"Okay maybe a little bit goaty but definitely more man than goat."

"GARY PEKKA THROUGH YOUR OFFERING OF A SEA OF GOATCHEESE YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME. I NEED YOUR HELP. THERE IS A LARGE CHICKEN LODGED FIRMLY IN MY ANUS. IT IS PECKING MY VOCAL CORDS. ONLY IF THE CHICKEN IS REMOVED FROM MY ANUS MAY I BE ABLE TO SPEAK NOT LOUDLY."

The mangoat turned around and bent over, unclenching his anus. The eight flaps of sphincter parted, and behind them was a storm of titanic proportions. The boat began to disintegrate. Pieces of wood began breaking off and entering the mangoat's rotating anus.

"ENTER MY ANUS OR BACK IN THE BUBBLEGOATCHEESESTUFF YOU SHALL GO. CHOOSE YOUR DESTINY."

And so he entered the goatgoatse. He was instantly sucked up by the hurricane and tossed off the bouncy walls of the mangoat's rectum. Travelling through multicolored tunnels, the walls began to narrow until his body was scraping the sides. Then he stopped.

The journey was over. There was nothing he could do and no way out of the anus. But then a familiar hand grabbed him by the head and pulled him out into the sunlight. He was standing on the half-boat again.

"FORGIVE ME" said mangoat. "I FORGOT. MY ANUS IS STILL CONNECTED TO MY PEEHOLE. I WILL CHANGE TRACKS SO YOU MAY CONTINUE ON YOUR QUEST."

The half-boat was now a quarter boat. Some gear noises came from the pelvis of the mangoat as the rectum changed position.

"THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE" said mangoat, took Gary by the head, and lodged him back in his anoose.

Again came the multicolored tunnels, but this time they grew even more colorful. Soon there were colors no mortal man had ever seen. Waterfalls of the purest goatcheese in the galaxy appeared above him, and disappeared below him as he flew past.

His ascent slowed as he was bathed in a warm liquid. He tasted a bit and pooped a little. This was horrible tasting liquid. Suddenly Gary realized the sphincter below him closed. The radiance of goatcheese and paradise was replaced by darkness.

Then he realized the taste was shit.

Pekka ate some more and shat some more. Then he realized an escape plan. He began to eat all the liquid shit and hold it inside him. All of the shit he could muster went in his mouth, and soon he was licking the corners for all of it.

The pressure of the liquid shit was intense, over ten thousand atmospheres. And thus it began to turn into poopgas.

Gary shoved his head into the middle of the sphincter and unclenched.

The sphincter shuddered and Gary began to fly. A trail of poopgas, which turned into liquid shit again in the normal pressure. Speeding through the air, he went farther up into the paradise and goatcheese water features. Here were rainbow bridges where choirs of thousands goats sang some grotesque combination of Destiny and Liberty in Cantonese as he soared over them.

But soon the poopgas returned to normal pressure, and he began to fall. Finally he plooped on top of a shitmountain. All around and above and below him was nothing but shit and more shit.

This whole time the mangoat was playing with himself, sitting on top of the small piece of wood that remained of the boat.

Meanwhile...

[SentineLEX]

Somebody make a book out of this

I'd just like to say I'm archiving this! Finished with page 13 so far.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WYp ... U8GzM/edit

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Shit!

GOSHGOSH!! And WHO, I say WHO can go on with the story after this?? It was maybe the beginning of the end of neverending. After all...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Somebody make a book out of this

I'd just like to say I'm archiving this! Finished with page 13 so far.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WYp ... U8GzM/edit

Now I have read it all and I laughed all the time. God heavens lord! I think I love you!

[mocobhc]

Wow, what a lot of work already done, and still left to do! But it's much more comfortable to read now - if that attribute can be of any use in describing the Neverending...

Good timing for re-reading those first pages btw, Gary's latest shitjourney is kind of taking up the "early spirit" of Neverending, so I'm curious to see what will happen to him next

Oh and btw:

It was maybe the beginning of the end of neverending. After all...

To misquote one of my favourite Star Trek TNG episodes here: "If I'm not mistaken, she's describing a paradoxon"
At least I hope so

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Back in the anal-stadium. Again! Huh!

When Freckle came home from work, she almost choked.There was a disgusting stench in her garden. Shit, shit, and nothing but shit!

In her hammock lay something strange. A humanlike figure, covered with shit! Close by stood Gary P and he was very embarrassed.

"So sorry, Freckle, but I have brought my friend and lifesaver, Gary Mangoat, and he had digestive problems, if I may say so. It is he that smells."

"Ouch, I can see that. He looks dead. Is he?"

"No, no, he is still alive, but it was close and I am sorry for your hammock. He ate all my goat-cheese and it was too much for his intestinal system. The cheese made a big stopper in his upper colon, and it almost disrupted the bowels. But I got up there, with a probe, and a powder-charge and blow it.

But it must have been really traumatic for the poor fellow and since he, like all man-goats, has a very vivid imagination, he believes that I personally crept up there. The Stopper exploded with a bumkabum and all the shit came out in a bigbig cascade!
And I am sorry but the most ended on him and in your hammock. We must rinse him with your gardenhose!"

"But, oh, huh, vojne! We have a big leak on the water-conduit in the area, and we have no water! At all!"

"Huh, oh, vojne, but we must clean him before the shit dries and remains there permanently. He looks already as a large shitsausage."

"Oh, huh, vojne, our Moco must be his savior. Take him in your bubble to Mitten im Kraichgau, quickly, quickly, and I am almost sure she will love to help you...

[mocobhc]

Huh, in a few hours I'll be on my way to take a small Finlandvisit, but before I quickly wanna tell you that today I had a VERY strange experience with one of our friends, the-goatfarmer-formerly-known-as-Pekka, who appeared in an absolutely DISGUSTING state in one of Öhubble's bubbles in our front garden... I don't want to describe all the details, but at some point it was neccessary to transport him to one of Öhubble's secretly kept time machines and teleport him back to some weeks ago, when a big part of Germany was flooded by several rivers which kept too much water. We had to pump out nearly all the German floodwater and wash Gary with it, and that's been A LOT water, I tell you! Brrrr, if there's anything I never want to remember again, it's what happened today... Thank heavens I'll have a little time off now. Sent him home to his goats and told him I'd maybe visit him there, but honestly I don't know if I can really look into his eyes again so soon after what happened today - I'd prefer to look into someone elses' eyes for a while! Hope we all manage to erase this day from our minds...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

You and my Father were together? And he teleported with you? Alone? You took care of Gary P, but, but the Shit-Sausage-Mangoat? What happened to him? Is he still wandering around in his stinking costume?

I think I must bubble to Finland and take a gaze at my father. He has been more than absent-minded the last weeks and this timetravels with you explain a lot. And pumping all those German-rivers must have been really strenuous for the old man!

Will you meet him at Nokia, so say by all means hi from me!

[mocobhc]

Moco's back from Finland, but she neither visited Gary nor Öhubble, don't ask me why Seems like she had enough of them during this unpleasant event last week Timetravelling didn't do much harm as it seems, except to a few German meteorologists and environment activists who seemed to be a little bit confused, but on the other hand that seems to be quite a normal state for those anyway. Weird enough, but Moco doesn't have single clue where that mangoat might have gone! Somehow it seems to have disappeared since Gary P. was bubbled to Germany, I wonder if something went seriously wrong with the bubbling? Or maybe Öhubble has secretly taken him to another secrethidingplace to be able to get to know more about this mangoat... although I guess he would've told us about that, hm...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Oh dear! You haven't seen Mangoat? Huh! Where on Earth can he be?

I talked to GaryP yesterday and he is also worried. They bubbled to your place, but you weren't home. (probably in Finland) and Mangoat went to the river, to try to wash away all the drying shit. Gary P saw him there, in the water, but suddenly he disappeared. Huh!

My father claims, that he has never seen a Mangoat and he doesn't even know what it is. I am not really sure either, since I only have seen him covered in shit and it was NOT a pretty sight, I can tell you that.

Wait a minute! Someone is banging on my door. Hard...

HUUUUUUUU...What, what...HUUUU

[mocobhc]

I'm a bit concerned about Freckle, I couldn't get in touch with her for some time now No phone calls answered, no mails, no facebook, no whatever - I hope she isn't in some danger as she was a few weeks ago, she just seemed to have recovered from that experience and to have turned back into the Freckle we all know... But maybe I am too much preoccupied atm, she has the right to live a private life just like anyone else. But still... she could at least have left a message to her father or on the phonebox, one would think... Oh, talking about Dr. Öhubble, when I left him and Gary P., the doctor was talking about a very obscure observation he made while putting Gary into his bubble to Germany, it seems that some kind of terribly smelling shadow evaporated from the bubble when he sent it on its way, and disappeared as a big dark cloud in the horizon! I wonder if that's some kind of weather phenomenon, for I heard similar reports in Finland, too! If there's a connection to the global warming?? I don't have a clue... but Öhubble will analyze that for sure, he always does...

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Öhubble knows nothing this time...

Bang, bang, bang! Who, or what, was banging on Freckles door? She gazed through the window and saw something very big, with many tits on the stomach, a very large mouth and innumerable rolling eyes.

Gary Monst!

"Oh dear! Gary! What are you doing here in Sweden?" She opened the door and the giant doubled over and came in.

"I came for my bubble. I have telepasted a new one, but it is too small and you and I can exchange. Then I will go to Germany and fetch one of my children, Gary Mangoat."

"Oh dear! Gary Mangoat is your child? But, but weren't they Bee-Tigers?"

"Yes, but they molecule-changed. Again! So now they are Mangoats, and all but just Gary M live on Granada."

"Oh dear! So the shit-sausage was an old Bee-Tiger and maybe the one that tried to eat me?"

"Very likely, Gary M is born hungry and that is why he ate all that cheese that constipated him."

"Oh dear! (As you can see, she says that. All the time! Huh!) But now he is safe in Germany? Gary P. will be very glad when he hears that!"

"Ja,ja. He is in Wacken now, and I am going to take him home to Granada. We like it there and the only problem is a Gary Brave from CNN. It would be great, if you could come with me and ask that fellow to leave us alone."

" Oh dear! If you think he will listen to me I am gladly going with you. I love Granada and I have friends on the islands."

"Hmmm, I know, I know..."

With that they beamed to fetch Gary Mangoat in Wacken and then away to Granada where...