There was a little liar called Gnaus. As

There was a little liar called Gnaus. As a child, he grew up in the jungle alone. One day, he came across a stranger.

The stranger asked him where his parents were and gave Gnaus his first opportunity to lie. He'd learned deceit from watching the monkies and pointed

up, at the sky. The stranger furrowed his brow in disappointment. "I'm sorry, Gnaus, you've failed the test of moral integrity. We're going to have to put you down." The boy ran

even though he had only one leg. He hopped like a pogo stick until he got to the stairs and then he basically fell like a sack of garbage. I wondered what it would be like to sever

"I CAN hobble JUST FINE without the likes of YOU. (Millennium hand and shrimp)" I once again "Tried to do a good turn daily." And help him across the street. He took his peg leg

and beat me about the head, all while hopping about on his good foot. I didn't know the peg leg was removable, much less that he was so adept at clubbing. He had been known as

a big clubber but I always thought that was cause of his nightlife. So as he was raining blows upon me with his detached peg leg I must have sustained a serious concussion because

I blacked out and never awoke again. I tell the remainder of this story post-humously, my words taken figuratively from a man in Scotland, but when he tells you now is the truth:

"Thou shall not wear briefs under thou kilt."