Toadfish Monastery

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate golden rings

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate golden rings because any

Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate golden rings because any time they


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Chapter Seven followed by the numeral following Seven

After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate golden rings because any time they had been

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After some trouble with vermin exterminators, Emilio's aunt made wind up exterminators out of grey papier-mâché and scrap metal which she had salvaged from Her Majesty's personal lock-up. The guards failed to stop her winding up another dozen extermination kits that had been left between a rock and a soft place unwrapped. Still no vermin were asked about by Her Majesty's Public Prosecutioner who had a penchant for occasional gerbophilia, as he had announced that preparations for a flypast were not nearly ready and consequently the jacuzzi would have to be scrubbed.

On another planet the first envoys from Gallifrey took a leap into liquid granite kitchen worktops (a novelty in planetory furniture design), priced at a quite an outrageous but still acceptable £3 per cubic yard. Fitted by expert rocket scientists recently fired ceramic gnomes took over the job space-Emilio's evil twin vacated after a disturbing portrayal of his lack of stylistic grace with the added insult of unfashionable footwear worn on his wedding anniversary. Up until the very moment before his departure for Gallifrey, the other twin was watching reruns of The Terminator - Erotic Confessions of a lonely Cyborg Part III and 1/2. Although the former Minister of Brownsploitation fracking enterprise Amalgamated and Incorporated factory had no fingernails, he scratched the scratch card he had been sent by snail and slug mail since daybreak. Winning the Tour de France had not brought him the acolade and chocolate penguins he so desperately desired but after a good wash using exquisite body wash made from fresh lava with lavender bouquet, he put up the Christmas duck and tinsel decorations because no one had found the fairy lights or had any idea how to switch the circuit board off.

When the electricuted Andalusian khoi apostles found their flock of budgerigars to be electrocuted, they briefly considered releasing them from their cages but had to maintain silence as part of the unholy rituals of the ancient order of Bath'n'Garter as reported in The Unholy Times of Salem (MA) (the Friday edition). Therefore all noises not made by Emilio and his twin brother during the hiatus following the collective Primal Scream therapy session behind The Olde Parisian Wine Bar, an inn frequented by ladies of the night, were treated as a gross intrusions on the basis of their wide spectrum wavelength which had already zoomed through several repetitions of ultraviolet (not: ultraviolent) pseudo pathways.  Before taking away Emilio's parking privileges the local bed-ridden constabulary detective sergeant had to tie his clown shoes to his tool belt with string and ornate golden rings because any time they had been tied with