Saturday 21 April 2007

...hurl the soggy custard cream at rat face, severing his head. As it's life ebbed away, the rat-head's dying words echoed around Bertram's mind-brain. "Your mother's a slaaaaagg...*"
"B..but I don't know my mother," sobbed Bertram, "I don't know where I came from, or even who's perineum I am."
In his tear-fogged state, the magical, rootless perineum walked right into...

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