Mr. Fox and Rabbit - Part 23
Dr. Bear, Mr. Fox, and Rabbit all swiveled their heads to gaze upon the eldritch Sorceress. With baited breath they awaited her answer.The ostrich rolled her eyes and raised an extremely long leg, tucking it behind her left wing. “OBVIOUSLY, you can use the LayoutNames design function in a calculation in order to get it... Every ass with a smidgeon of sense knows this.”Dr. Bear intoned in revenant tones, “She is the ONE!”
"Follow me to my demesne, creatures who have come to seek my aid!" intoned the Sorceress.
"Are you sure we should follow her?" thundered Dr. Bear in his customary whisper.
"Sure thing. She's got extremely long legs," leered Rabbit, lost in a haze of lustful images involving climbing and various anatomically impossible ideas.
The walked in under the barbican. Heavy strands of gouda, pressed into nearly solid neutronium in the heart of a red giant formed the bars. More lovestruck homeless manned the ramparts, saluting their lady love with tears, the shaking of paper cups and inarticulate yelling.
"Ughm," said the Sorceress. "Well."
"What are those?" asked Mr. Fox, staring fearfully at the lucite encased body of Isaac Asimov.
"Oh, that is the lucite encased body of Isaac Asimov."
Rabbit suddenly groaned with obvious sexual excitement. "Who is THAT?" pointing at a vague blob of purple with a blue base moving about randomly.
"That is Rachel," said the Sorceress. "My familiar."
"Follow me to my demesne, creatures who have come to seek my aid!" intoned the Sorceress.
"Are you sure we should follow her?" thundered Dr. Bear in his customary whisper.
"Sure thing. She's got extremely long legs," leered Rabbit, lost in a haze of lustful images involving climbing and various anatomically impossible ideas.
The walked in under the barbican. Heavy strands of gouda, pressed into nearly solid neutronium in the heart of a red giant formed the bars. More lovestruck homeless manned the ramparts, saluting their lady love with tears, the shaking of paper cups and inarticulate yelling.
"Ughm," said the Sorceress. "Well."
"What are those?" asked Mr. Fox, staring fearfully at the lucite encased body of Isaac Asimov.
"Oh, that is the lucite encased body of Isaac Asimov."
Rabbit suddenly groaned with obvious sexual excitement. "Who is THAT?" pointing at a vague blob of purple with a blue base moving about randomly.
"That is Rachel," said the Sorceress. "My familiar."
posted by Balázsy András at 5:57 PM
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No she isn't!
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