The lost dialogue of the spine slpitter and the rotten willy:
act 1. scene 1:
somewhere deep in the jungles of africa a text is recieved by the Rotten willy who is currently scavaging the canopy for rare forms of life.. Spine splitter: I have square nipples Rotten willy: I have octogonal Spine splitter: let's make som octosquagonal babies Rotten willy: The nips would have 12 sides of buebonic proportions! Spine splitter: For the end of days speaks of thy male with lactating multi sided breasts who cannot control their urge to run into glass, forming statues of laptomius Rotten willy: Will the fact that out nations fore fathers exhibit and deostragize 4 fluid ounces of robitussin ES contribute to the freakish matter of geometric nips, and rare forms of jellatin? Spine splitter: Those scallywags take rotten estrogen pills to make the pillows of time succomb under the mighty force of dance dance revolution, smelling like an ostrage that is addicted to cocaine and has been burned with sulfur and diseased with malaria. Rotten willy: You make an interesting point... I believe this foul necter, or rotten estrogen you speak of was derived from the spinal cord of the most putrid land beast that out nation has ever seen, after forgoing many combustion and acidic tests, this product may just hold the golden uteral composition of a crack ridden, homeophobic wombat turd whos post organic material is still undetermined and very unstable in a scientific sense.
