"I'm afraid that I couldn't support you in

"I'm afraid that I couldn't support you in this", he told her, frankly. "Not now, not ever. Not a single brass farthing shall I issue from my pocket if it should perpetuate this fo

lly of a job. You know that I indeed am known for my excellency in ravishing the bank vaults of this city. Why would I consider allowing you

to be a part of this diamond smuggling heist? You dropped the dime on me last time, so leave now before I take this gun and make swiss cheese outa' your face you bumbling idiotic

fanatical dysphoric inebriated sleazy ADD diffident slippery overrated underpaid intransigent effeminate obnoxious deceitful--" The goomba had, after ten years, exhausted his vast

"grief bacon" around his midsection. Now the goomba was slender. He felt handsome. He felt attractive. He felt like dancing. He became Disco Goomba.

Studio1-4 was popular with the Goombas since 1973. The Pregolagos were performing this particular night. The lead vocalist was dressed as a parrot. He was a real life parrot!

He was a Norwegian Blue who rarely pined for the fjords. Singing lead for this punkbird band was a step up from his last gig as an Ethics Lecturer at Trump University. Even as a pa

-id, non-attorney spokesparrot, he made more money. But the other birds were starting to avoid him, and during mating season this can be quite disconcerting for an avian.

Being grounded was a fate worst than death...he needed to fly...to SOAR and SEED...his species depended on him. So...he hired a cat to scare off all the males and then went to work