Time for da new chapta!
Chapter 16 and 17 quarters. Hey, I wonder how many cokes I can buy with that... Anyway, on to the humor!
After Sven had gotten hosed, he and Hans left the funky (Hehe! Funky! Such a funny word... I can rhyme it! Funky monkey! Funky flunky! That's about all I can come up with) old Mud to his funky (There it is again!) old business.
Shmo sat in the dark, shaking.
"Sir, excuse my Mudosian, but what the **** is wrong with you?"
"The Danish is being gaurded by something! I can sense it!"
"Being guarded by what?"
"How in Odd's name should I know? A scrab? A pack of scrabs? A pack of hungry scrabs? A pack of hungry scrabs with a bad bedside manner? A pack of hungry scrabs with a bad bedside manner AND a butter knife? Or maybe just a fence..." After about five minutes, Shmo and Co. heard a noise. One slig went to check, and ran back looking white as a... uhh... albino slig? Anyway he was white. That's all I know. Anyhoo... The slig came out, blah blah blah. But can you guess who came out after the slig? No not Johnny Carson! That's right. It was Hans and Sven!
Shmo gasped. "What... are... those?!?"
"I don't know sir!" A slig said haltingly.
"They look like g-g-g-gaskets!"
"Gaskets, sir?"
"Yes! You know. The white poltenmiest things."
"You mean poltergeist? And ghost?"
"Don't correct me! After this you are SO giving me a toe licking!"
"What are these guysth talking about?" asked Sven.
"I don't know. I think it has something to do with us." replied Hans.
"Hey! You! Yesth! You guysth! Could you tell us where to find a Danish?"
Shmo looked incredulous. "A Danish?! You, too, are looking for a Danish?"
"Yesth. I must have my Danish back! Don't tell you're looking for a Danish!" said Sven.
"Yes! It is the object of my desire! The pastry of my love!"
"Oh no! You ain't gettin' my Danish!"
"What do you mean 'you're' Danish? It's MY Danish!"
"Wanna prove it? Let's fight, you pansy!"
"Okay! But let me win!"
"Uh... Okay..." replied Sven.
"Sven! If you let him win you won't get your Danish!" said Hans.
"Oh yeah! In that case, you goin' down, BITCH!" And so ensued a dramatic fight of purple nerples and loves taps.
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