Kdamery pondered their purpose, and it vexed him. Their direction was no longer a mystery, but a deeper question buzzed in his brain; not where they were going, but why they were going there. Turning to the second Supreme, he asked, "Do you often think of Klaus?"
"Noo... No I don't... Why?"
"Boy, you handle a segue well."
Eat Ham and Cheese On Rye without Mustard!
"I try my best..."
"Sure, and you leave the rest unsampled. That's PA-thetic."
"I just don't think I need to sample the worst. I don't think you would even want to sample the worst..."
"Well it's better than making an entire song around them."
"Oh sure... Kick a guy when he's down and bring up that Van Halen thing again..."
"It's easier to kick you when you're down, considering the location of my legs."
"Let that be a lesson to you."
"What, another one?"
"Yes, damnit. Do you think about Klaus?"
"Who's Klaus?"
"I don't know. You brought him up, not me. I thought you meant the grounds keeper."
"I resent the implication that I regurgitated the grounds keeper."
"Then who else would have left that mess in the bathroom?"
Skippy knew someone was talking about him.
"Bathroom messer uppers, who else? Skinny Sidney?"
"Naw, I've known Skinny for a long time... He wouldn't do that."
"Okay, so we know the toaster didn't do it. What's on the agenda for the next Feminazi Fun Fest."
"Of course the toaster didn't do it - it burned down several parts ago. And I think the first event on the agenda is the wet bullet contest."
""
"Next is the shaved head rubbing..."
"Good, good. Now, onto the real Plot!"
And they lived.
Don't Achy Breakey Heart
O. K.
Place liver on skillet to avoid stones.
Sure, but worms don't have armpits either.
Buy today! Home enema kit with a flag pole.
New and Improved! The Breath Master!
Conclusiveness is next to devilness.
So the Daemons tap danced.
And the Demons square danced.
And the Dumb Ones Achy Breakey Hearted despite repeated warnings not to.
But don't take my word for it. There really is a Plot. See for yourself.
Still Going!
