just when danny thought things couldn't get any worse, mr deever came straight down the aisle at him. "what have we here, young fellow? more of this modernistic chicanery? what do you hope to accomplish, eh? what is to become of you?" "please sir, i aspire to become a platter-spinning dj."
nebuchadnezzar, emperor of the universe, sat on his throne looking out through the broken walls of his palace at his spaceship, burning like a fiery furnace. a chimp, a clown and a dervish danced around the upturned table on which the wedding feast had been set. "i want my kingdom back."
"zero hour, sir" the squad was hunkered down in the last crater . "we'll give them thirty-five more seconds" "very good." the clown began to cry, the nun began to laugh. suddenly they heard a loud buzz.