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This folding story was meant to be written in Gibberish. I only know English, so it has to be in English. Maybe Gibberish is spoken, written and read only by corrupt politicians?

Consider this bizarre answer from Iuskdja Djisls, MP, to a question on financial accountability: "Bluuuh guhgehsjahs muuuuh keso laa da ter go pa pa PA PA sequoooooooo daaaaa!!"

Turgo Blipsis, the MP's assistant, watched his boss being carried out in restraints. Ever-cautious, Turgo had never mentioned the ghost cats that jumped on his bed or the mist that

twisted coils around his feet as he crept out of bed for a midnight snack. The ghostly felines pounced and purred after hovering over a bowl of milk. Turgo took charge

of the situation, having a priest perform an exorcism of the house. He proved useless. The ethereal kittens morphed into a specter of Catwoman & wiled the priest into lashing Turgo

To the weather vane to act as a conduit burnt offering. Blood given, blood owed: that was the covenant. The iron vane burned Turgo's face where it touched him. His eyes were wild.

But when the pain subsided, Turgo admired the mark made across his face. A scar in the shape of a running horse was on his cheek and the letter W appeared upon his forehead.

Double U? He wracked his brain until the pain returned furry-like. That was it! Turgo looked around the racing crowd, still dressed in his horse costume: (W)oab, to win, 1000 to 1.