Toadfish Monastery

Only when I go back to my little planet to tend my rose, sheep and volcanoes.

The sibling below me is working on a robotic vestral virgin.

This Fritz Lang guy is unfortunately unwilling to help.

The sibling below me is under the spell of an evil pocket calculator.

I certainly am. The little devil has gone missing and I am doomed to search for it for ever.

The sibling below me is more paranoid than the sibling above me.

Tricky, really tricky. But with my paranoia steadily growing, the observation is probably correct.

The sibling below me will say some nice things about the late Mr.Falwell.

He is probably decomposing very nicely and "Jerry" is a decent name.

The sibling below me knows the perfect name for a goldfish.

I'm awful with goldfish names.  When I was little, I had a succession of them, all named "Jaws".


The sibling below me had a succession of sharks growing up, all named "Goldie".

Their last name was Hawn.

The sibling below me prefers Bette Midler in the aging movie comedy star circuits.

I am not actually into that type of movies.

The sibling below me visits the infidels with explanatory pamphlets.

Yes, as I am "Persuade the infidel with cunning arguements"

The sibling below me actually eats the dwarf bread.

Only when it's got dwarf butter on it.

The sibling below me prefers Gorgon jelly.

Only when in a heap.

The sibling below me has not yet met Disembowel myself honorably Dibhala.

No, but I'm sure I met his Filipino equivalent one time.  Generally, the sauce used for the grilled-meat-onna-stick in the Philippines always tastes the same.  On one occasion I was surprised  to find that it tasted more like sweet-and-sour sauce.
Until I tasted just the sauce and realized that the sour taste was the meat itself. 

The sibling below me prefers the chicken-intestines-onna-stick.

Only if they're from rubber chickens.

The sibling below me only eats fake food.

How does a fake look like? Like a Dönertier?

The sibling below me wants his fake roasted with garlic.

'If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a fake, baked a fake, baked a fake..'

The Sibling below me has caught on that adding copious cream and sugar to anything results in bizarre varieties of icecream.