Lets make a story game!

[piaya]

a swollen scrofula.

[Ms. Reading]

After a maddening

[piaya]

tantrum Lizaveta toughened

[Ms. Reading]

her willpower by

[bounty]

reciting her mantra

[Ms. Reading]

and walking barefooted

[bouquin]

a hundred paces

[bounty]

to the outhouse.

[Ms. Reading]

As far as

[bounty]

the smell of

[piaya]

incontinence was concerned,

[Pendragon]

it was rancid

[bounty]

and she couldn't

[piaya]

waste her time

[Pendragon]

worrying about germs.

[Pompey Bum]

Returning to her

[bounty]

present status as

[piaya]

trashy Prussian moneylender,

[Pompey Bum]

and ace reporter

[piaya]

Lizaveta shook her

[Pompey Bum]

harness bells and

[piaya]

high-crowned hat

[bounty]

and shouted at

[Pompey Bum]

the barefooted peasants

[bounty]

"how dare you....

[Ms. Reading]

spring anything fancy!"

[Pompey Bum]

Suddenly the sky

[Ms. Reading]

sputtered large onions

[Pompey Bum]

while grated cheese

[Ms. Reading]

fell from heaven

[Pompey Bum]

and rivers overflowed

[Ms. Reading]

punctually at eight

[Pompey Bum]

while Lizaveta strove

[Ms. Reading]

steadily and resolutely

[Pompey Bum]

to readjust her

[Ms. Reading]

grimy, crooked nose

[Pompey Bum]

until it finally

[Ms. Reading]

flopped. She cocked

[Pompey Bum]

up an attempt

[Ms. Reading]

at pulling off

[bounty]

her ruse as

[Pompey Bum]

an Italian waiter.

[Ms. Reading]

She was obliged

[Pompey Bum]

to ask her

[piaya]

despotic extended family

[bounty]

"would you please..."

[Pompey Bum]

...water the horses."

[piaya]

War broke out

[bounty]

between the tartars

[Pompey Bum]

and the Sauces.

[piaya]

The Military Police

[Pompey Bum]

got saucy with

[piaya]

the zesty tartar

[Pompey Bum]

tarts. Sweethearts they

[piaya]

vociferated. "Quick march!"

[Pompey Bum]

"Then April!" Lizaveta

[piaya]

retorted. The sergeant

[Pompey Bum]

fell to his

[bounty]

knees in astonished

[Pompey Bum]

reverence. Lizaveta just

[Ms. Reading]

felt insurmountable repulsion

[Pompey Bum]

at the goiter

[Pendragon]

on her neck

[Pompey Bum]

that hung to

[Ms. Reading]

mark the spot.

[Pompey Bum]

Suddenly balls of

[Ms. Reading]

iron flew across

[Pompey Bum]

the ship's deck.

[piaya]

Enemy attacks occurred

[bounty]

with blinding speed

[Calidore]

but minimal accuracy.

[Pendragon]

Why did they

[piaya]

sign a confession?

[Pompey Bum]

Because no one

[piaya]

made perfect sense

[Pompey Bum]

of the cryptic

[piaya]

church news posted

[Pompey Bum]

on Lizaveta's plump

[piaya]

and chaste neck.

[Pompey Bum]

Lizaveta remembered when

[piaya]

the Imperial Army

[Pompey Bum]

marched in ovals

[piaya]

entirely disinterestedly, although

[Pompey Bum]

they wept and

[Ms. Reading]

never got enough

[Pompey Bum]

traction. Forgetting herself,

[Ms. Reading]

Lizaveta gaped at

[Pompey Bum]

a frisky matador

[Ms. Reading]

burrowing his head

[Pompey Bum]

in a muffler

[Ms. Reading]

and jerking his

[Pompey Bum]

red cape over

[Ms. Reading]

a hot -tempered

[Pompey Bum]

Basque girl from

[Ms. Reading]

Espelette. An anonymous

[Pompey Bum]

grunt emanated from

[Ms. Reading]

the confectioner's shop

[Pompey Bum]

across the flooding

[Ms. Reading]

filling station and

[Pompey Bum]

discotheque. Soon rasping

[Ms. Reading]

harpies snuggled against

[bouquin]

the splendid matador

[Pompey Bum]

's half-eaten frame

[bouquin]

and pecked at

[Pompey Bum]

bread crumbs from

[bouquin]

the dinner tray

[Pompey Bum]

till dawn. Lizaveta

[bounty]

with her hair

[Pompey Bum]

in pink curlers

[Pendragon]

no makeup on

[piaya]

saw something strange

[Pompey Bum]

In the mirror:

[bounty]

"my queen you..."

[Pompey Bum]

...finished in there?"

[Ms. Reading]

Lizaveta shivered. Through

[Pompey Bum]

the dirty portal

[Ms. Reading]

a fully-dressed

[Pompey Bum]

Caesar salad awaited

[Ms. Reading]

and Lizaveta licked

[Pompey Bum]

her chin and

[Ms. Reading]

broad forehead. Greedily,

[Pompey Bum]

she thrust her

[Ms. Reading]

fork three times

[bounty]

into her soup.

[piaya]

Hot oat cakes

[Ms. Reading]

made her giddy

[Pompey Bum]

as a fluttering

[Love the avatar, Ms. Reading.]

[bounty]

starlet on a

[Pompey Bum]

weekend in Vegas.

[piaya]

She ate cheesecake

[Pompey Bum]

from an old

[piaya]

horrid frying pan

[Pompey Bum]

, warmly purring, "Oh

[piaya]

what a pig!"

[Pompey Bum]

The pig, unmoved,

[Pendragon]

grunted sourly and

[Pompey Bum]

stole the cheesecake.

[piaya]

"How vile!" yelled

[Pompey Bum]

the Basque girl, who

[piaya]

seized the pig

[Pompey Bum]

and made sausage.

[bounty]

having satisfied her

[Pompey Bum]

curiosity, Lizaveta turned

[Ms. Reading]

the tables indifferently






(Thanks, Pompey Bum)

[Pompey Bum]

with a resounding

[bounty]

smash of the

[Pompey Bum]

tenor glockenspiel. Suddenly

[bounty]

Michael Oldfield appeared

[Pompey Bum]

less important than

[piaya]

the smart-alecky

[bounty]

prima donna who

[Pompey Bum]

proposed Higgs Boson.

[Pendragon]

"What a crock!"

[piaya]

groaned Higgs. Glockenspiels

[Ms. Reading]

addled his brain

[bouquin]

with surprising rapidity.

[Ms. Reading]

Infinitesimal doses of

[bouquin]

Milky Way were

[bounty]

easy to chew.

[Ms. Reading]

Henceforth, space exploration

[bounty]

took a backseat

[piaya]

so Lizaveta invented

[bounty]

sliced bread instead!

[piaya]

The bread shrunk

[Ms. Reading]

the boson immeasurably

[bounty]

so Sheldon cooper

[Pendragon]

ate his fill.

[Ms. Reading]

Sheldon ejected his

[bounty]

tiny spock from

[Pendragon]

it's small holster

[piaya]

and retracted its

[Ms. Reading]

mutilated and disfigured

[piaya]

radioactive prefrontal cortex.

[Ms. Reading]

He then punctured

[bouquin]

the steel drum

[bounty]

sending it spinning

[Ms. Reading]

until it slammed

[free]

the door behind

[piaya]

the cheesemaker. Lizaveta

[bounty]

horrified and dismayed,

[piaya]

chained the boson

[Pendragon]

to the cannon

[piaya]

and mounted Sheldon

[Ms. Reading]

on the pyramid

[bouquin]

but he fidgeted

[Pendragon]

muzzle behind him

[piaya]

and shouted, "Enough!"

[Ms. Reading]

A panic-stricken

[bounty]

Amy Farrah-Fowler appeared

[piaya]

in a hurry

[Ms. Reading]

and beckoned to

[bouquin]

Sheldon to hammer

[Pendragon]

the chains loose

[bounty]

"oh Sheldon" she

[Ms. Reading]

sighed. She stretched

[bouquin]

his torn balloon

[piaya]

and said, "Poof!"

[bounty]

so no more

[free]

of your stupid

[piaya]

guesswork. Sheldon's flesh

[Ms. Reading]

had old bruises

[bounty]

similar to the

[piaya]

cheesemaker's spotty face

[bounty]

which in itself

[Pendragon]

was somewhat hideous

[bounty]

and increasingly difficult

[Ms. Reading]

to show off

[bounty]

due to lizaveta's

[Ms. Reading]

failed acid test

[Pendragon]

which seemed normal

[piaya]

upon cross-examination.

[Pompey Bum]

Returning from abroad

[MANICHAEAN]

by baloon

[Pompey Bum]

o'er desert wastes

[Pendragon]

and desolate sands

[Pompey Bum]

from which voices

[MANICHAEAN]

arose like whispers from eternity

[Pendragon]

unremembered yet familiar.

[Pompey Bum]

Suddenly Lizaveta remembered

[MANICHAEAN]

Why an AK47 is more powerful than an axe.

[Pompey Bum]

(Only three words, Manichaean! :))

that she left

[Pendragon]

everything in Boston

[bounty]

under the care

[Pendragon]

of her Uncle.

[MANICHAEAN]

Upon careful consideration

[bounty]

lizaveta and sheldon

[Pompey Bum]

touched noses and

[Calidore]

would have touched

[Pompey Bum]

knees except for

[Pendragon]

Sheldon's short legs.

[Pompey Bum]

"Sheldon," she panted,

[MANICHAEAN]

"You are so--"

[Pompey Bum]

Her words were

[Pendragon]

smothered by kisses

[bounty]

inexplicably cut off

[bounty]

oh heck sorry....sometimes my pages go really slow here!

her words were

smothered by kisses

and her thoughts

[Pompey Bum]

rambled incoherently. Suddenly

[MANICHAEAN]

President Putiin arrived

[Pompey Bum]

with a bouquet

[bounty]

full of aromatic

[Hawkman]

bubonic plague bacillus

[Pompey Bum]

and sweet pea.

[Hawkman]

Putin sneezed, infecting

[Pompey Bum]

all with mirth.

[Pendragon]

Putin became angered

[Pompey Bum]

that his poetry

[bounty]

didn't rise to

[Pompey Bum]

greet his entrance.

[Pendragon]

"Triple the taxes!"

[bounty]

shouted the irate