No way, Bessie. You ain't leaving that pressurised concentration chamber ... or 'sex pod' ... until you give me that unholy cow-lizard hybrid.
Friday, 26 September 2008
William James Mercer Checks His Barn.
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No way, Bessie. You ain't leaving that pressurised concentration chamber ... or 'sex pod' ... until you give me that unholy cow-lizard hybrid.
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Remember that sex hammer I was in the process of developing? Well, not quite development but just a rough sketch really. Anyway, a sex pod could have been my idea too. If you, yes, YOU! hadn't stolen it from my "yet to have thought of the idea" mind.
Hey man, don't blame me - blame Billy Mercer!
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