Vogon poetry anyone?Ah freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me,As plurdled gabbleblotchits,On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles,Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and slipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don’t.Dont blame me. I did warn you…
Vogon poetry anyone?Ah freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me,As plurdled gabbleblotchits,On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles,Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and slipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don’t.Dont blame me. I did warn you…