"Inges Inngh's Inn in IN." "Hello, Helga

"Inges Inngh's Inn in IN." "Hello, Helga Helgesen here. Has Helfritz Helgesen had his Hops?

Hush!" "Gunter got gay." Fudge...failled for feelings.Edible engines emited e-rays everywhere.

Daring dreadful disaster, Cara bravely boasted, breaking boundaries amid angsty authorities. Albeit Zed zapped Yon's xrays. Willfully waiting, Vera very understandably took Tara's

tiny tooth. Safely stashed, Rhonda rose queen-like pelting pillows officiously. Oscar needed Niobe many months later. Leering kangaroos knocked javanese jellied icecream into

the whooshing washing machine. The Javanese jellied Ice Cream covered Rhonda's favorite skirt. Now she couldn't wear it to the pep rally. She dug her nails into her palms and

screamed as she realised she's not only drawn blood, but that her blood was green, and she'd actually been replaced by an alien clone and never knew. This was tough to take in, and

how hard is it to get green blood out of fabric? She rushed to her First Aid kit. It was a little outdated, so they didn't have a section on becoming an alien clone, just a robot.

There was a section on the anatomy of inanimate household objects, but it didn't help her any. It looked, surprisingly, like this rug was going to keep on being inanimate.

a mist enveloped her and a chill ran down her back. A hand reached through the mist &touched her throat. Gently, slowly, steadily applying pressure. The mist muffled her scream .