Popcorn for the masses
This one is a little bit sugar coated but should satisfy a nerve or two...
Death warmed up and walked into a bar and then walked out again and said: “A bucket of rust does not supersede all other imperatives.”
Whereupon, Basher’s girlfriend, a boop-da-loop in a quick minute where watermelon seeds for living are pure bred so true took the hint and began to masquerade bedecked in ribbons.
“I cannot tell a lie,” she shouted.
All the politicians applauded her and laughed their heads off and gobbled up all their popcorn politician style in their greed and corruption.
Fifteen honest blind men eating popcorn on a mission had other plans but were arrested for them by the nasty police and thrown into prison for their crimes and a new law was passed to support this.
Death warmed up was going in circles and winding down fast, its clockwork face bemused by the senselessness of it all and bumped into Basher who was out and bashing.
“What are you doing?” asked Basher angrily.
“I’m bumping,” replied death warmed up meekly.
“OK then,” said Basher, “bump this,” and with one huge bash bashed death warmed up into a pile of rust that superseded all other imperatives to become no more in the thrill a minute of the surge of the reality show that was so popular to the masses they couldn’t stop watching it.
“Popcorn, popcorn; get your popcorn here.”
Meanwhile, over in the addendum to the interface, I do-do and the borderline beauty were splashing themselves all over out in that field where it’s good to meet later, and were having a jolly good time of it and could be forgiven their sins for evermore if only they knew to ask.
Eleven hours away as the crow flies the hand of doom was racing to catch up and would be there in a minute with all guns blazing to spoil the moment of fun.
Dai chips the ex-miner frog was directly in the path of the hand of doom and because he was a good sport decided to change the outcome. So he put up a sign that said: ‘This way for free popcorn.’
When the hand of doom saw the sign it veered off course thinking to have a quick drink first but as there was no free booze it went around in circles until it twigged what had happened.
“Drat,” it said.
Dai chips sniggered from the side lines.
“I’ll get you for this,” said the hand of doom and showed its angry face to the wind that had better things to do than to listen to the hand of doom and so blew up a little storm with rain that drove everyone home to safety leaving the hand of doom plotting revenge out in the wet field alone.
End of part 9 with lots more to come yet
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I'm visiting you again, I also try to translate every word you say, but it seems these are figurative words, and I do not really know. But this is a story about popcorn
I think it would be hard to translate many of the words! Some are made up and some are used in an unusual way. It is part of the humor of the story, but even for a native English speaker it would be hard to explain exactly. I think if you can understand most of it you are doing well!
It is a combination of ideas and concepts that begin to make complete sense after reading for around about an hour or so and give or take a while in the middle for a coffee break. I hope that clears it up for you...
I woke up at 2 in the morning and began to write what I had to say and this was one of the things that came...
if i have 3 powers then Death won't be able to defeat me
Credit : Harry Potter :P :P
Good old H P, he knows what he's talking about...