Toadfish Monastery

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway.

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into

Chapter 5 squared
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Enraged by rotton cheese Ratbeard Mouserham fired off his trusty Winchester while his sidekick 'Information loss' Carter searched the larder for leeches. Having found several indignant anemics in the pantry, he applied rat poison to the celestial choir. St.Lucifer followed close behind, picking up a loose canon and lighting his pipe with a flaming idiot. Popcorn spilt from the bowl, hitting the ground at a speed of roughly twice Mach 1 breaking all his toes into thousands of huge ugly purple and irritatingly staining the heirloom doilies from Grandma. Figuratively speaking, if you hang the bad grammar. Will anyone shake spear and hem Ming way with a kerfluffle of paraphanalia ? No televangelist worth dating would ever attend Crochet 101 or read that very invigorating psalm of Psammetich which always and with extreme unctuousness caused a strange effluent to emerge from the Stygian gloom that filled the wardrobe. Nonetheless Emilio thought it wise to punch the clock by the back entrance just in front of bouncer Fauntleroy Hovis-Weatherbottom. The bouncer's shadowed visage lit up a cigar in triplicate for reasons unknown. Several enebriated centipedes lurched around his quite nastily swollen canopic jars of mosaic chips. Cursing the lack of proper matches, Herr Schnitzelgruber wrinkled his oil-soaked napkin into an origami crane and loaded 20 crates of fire-crackers onto Emilio's outstretched hands before he had time to make his getaway. The escape was hampered by Ratbeard's aardvark which suddenly broke the silence with a ghastly shriek turning into several mewls.