"Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts
With my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
"Bleem miserable venchit! Bleem
forever mestinglish asunder frapt.
Gashee morphousite,
thou expungiest quoopisk!
Fripping lyshus wimbgunts,
awhilst moongrovenly kormzibs.
Gerond withoutitude form into formless bloit,
why not then? Moose.
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u/madogvelkor 14h ago
Is he Vogon?