well, are we going, said breadroll. the cows are home, the buns are up, sunshine marks the day.
yep, said block of wood, would be a good thing, bleedin goin, bleedin feckin well feckin gown, feckin fuck fuck.
while i appreciate your opinions as a valuable input, said sponge, the same time i shall point out the fact that we are on the move already indeed.
he pointed out a reflection in a shop window showing them meandering down the road, equipped with enough weaponry to chase a bus.