an animal named arthur was an assiduous apparatchik of the ancient authority.
his best buddy was a brawny barbarian named big boy, who bellied up to the bar.
a colossal chowderhead named carlos was their conscientious counselor.
they were desirous of delineating the doctrines of doctor dee, a disingenuous deliberator.
everything was different back then, especially for everyman, who endured eternally.
the fat was in the fire, and fan dancers flashed fortuitously in the faraway.
gargoyles groaned and gesticulated gratuitously on the grand stage.
a horse named hero and his handler named hercules took to the highway.
i was there - do not presume to tell me what was going on.
just when i was getting to the good part, a judge named jerry the jumper threw me in jail.
kings kollided kaleidoscopally as the konsensus began to unravel.
luckily for me, a lovely lady named lollipop louisiana was on the level and went my bail.
maybe you think my story is all made up.
but i am nobody you know.
the opera is about to begin.
i would prefer that you not portray yourself as my pal.
there will be no quiz, because there are no answers.
we now return to the righteous rhythms of the ripping yarn.
arthur was sad because his buddy big boy had his heart broken.
carlos counseled caution, as he waited for the evening train.
they waited under the bridge for uncle john, who was also the undersecretary of understanding.
who had been gone a very long time.
but it was worth the wait.
nobody expected the final revelation.
you say you did expect it?
then i have nothing more to tell you - tally up your endless zeros and we may meet again some day.
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