Okay, here we go with as many random sentences as we can come up with. I'm working with the honorable Master Hazaderos this evening. Anyways, down to business.
A man with a cutlass attacked a cuttlefish in the ocean, bitterly defying the environmentalist's torid pleas. The leatherback turtle made obscene, sarcastic comments, while passing the great white shark. Then, the ultramontane scallywag downed a bottle of Vicodin. The bullace of Cuba then shirked an orris. "Manticore!" exclaimed the stylobate, just before crumbling into grumblecakes. "The nomenclature of Tasman was rather glutinous. Leto is leviable."
Suddenly, and without foreknowledge, warning, or consent, Jacob danced for the telephone. "Hello, land of the lollipops," he proclaimed paraprofessionally.
"This is a transmogrifying transmitter. Trill translocation to a transvestite."
"What in the name of Frederick Rodrigez?" *POOF* Jacob was a Gary. "Great Gaggling Gromets" He giggled gallantly. Then his Liver Hytrophied. And he died with a lectern 'pon his chest. Poor, poor Jacob.
Then the Sage rallied an army of bold anarchic minds. They proceeded to proverbially poke puns at putrid publications. Then a paisley metropolis fell to their cunning brigandage. And there was much rejoicing. Green eyes took his Thomson, and riddled Prince Metternich with icy bullets. "Pear oil!" exclaimed the peccant lad. Then, he was pin-trapped by semblable Seneca. They murdered him, but to his last he remained ever semiotic.
-End Transmission
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Bravo!
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