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Short story or a Tall tale??

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  • 15-06-2001 7:12pm
    #1
    SHADOW
    Closed Accounts Posts: 768 ✭✭✭


    ok this was hilarious last time (which is why its on this board) so I'll try and start another one off.

    you know the drill: I write a bit then someone else, then someone else, etc...


    Pure Premium, not from concentrate!!

    In a land far away and a time that was almost as far (but in an entirely different direction) lived a man named Mongo One Eye. Now Mongo was the proprietor of a large castle that rested its enormous walls upon the wildest of hills in the good nobleman’s domain.

    The morning in question was a misty one. Not the misty sort that makes you all damp and wet. It was the other kind. The kind that doesn’t make you wet, which isn’t to suggest that the mist could possibly make you dry but it was the sort that meant you couldn’t see as far with the eye.

    Mongo was exceedingly worried; his team of crack undercover, and very well paid, investigators had last spotted his archenemy Mr Kipling making off with what they described as a “leg shaped object”.

    “A LEG SHAPED OBJECT” Mongo bellowed at the top of his voice. In fact it was so loud that the mist moved a fraction. Countless numbers of wild animals went into hibernation as they mistakenly thought that they had heard winter’s first thunder…


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    Oh yeah
    Closed Accounts Posts: 111 ✭✭Oh yeah


    Mongo One Eye took a fresh look at his table. Interesting wood he thought. He reached for the goblet of wine, but reached just a bit too far and knocked it over. He really missed depth perception. There were all sorts of advantages to having one eye, but there again there was twice as many if you had two.


    "Bollok!" He called. Bollok was a male of the Trollop spieces, about 8 foot high and thick as a brick sandwhich. He arrived in, try to look very small, and failing utterly. "Yes, sir?"

    "Clean up this mess, Bollok," said the King, calmly. Bolloks had been in the family for generations as servants. Always around the castle you could lay your hand on a Bollok or two, if you needed to. This one, Henry Bollok, was a fine example. Strong as an ox, and somewhat less intelligent (oxes are smarter than you think).
    <A HREF="http://www.thegreensock.com

    -Unfinished" TARGET=_blank>www.thegreensock.com

    -Unfinished</A> and a bit crap right now, but... *has convenient moment of asphyxiation which allows self to avoid finishing the sentence, wahey* :)


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    bubbles
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    Meanwhile, in a galaxy far far away on the planet mungo things where not going so good. Mungo was in the middle of an civil war where most of its inhabitants have been killed.

    You young 12 legged mungish boy decided one day that he would leave his planet, in the search for a new one where he and goldfish can live in peace. His name was Bob.

    Bob saved up his 8 tokens from his stella korn flakes box and sent them away and within 28 days he had himeself a warp speed craft.

    Bob entered the craft, said goodbye to his shoes and plotted a course towards earth...


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