Excerpt from the aborted musical THE HMS HAMSAMMICH
"Hollowed out gourds be Damned, Baron Flutesniff! I've now a taste for the sprinkled remains of last year's shortpants and a raging stiffy that must find a place to alit!!! To the prow! To the prow! To the prow! Bypass the Dutch Uncle and name my Stench whence the Nostrils of First Mate Krundlesnack find clear passage 'round the Blockage of Dessicated Sinal Fluidity! I raise the Hems of mine Pantaloons to flaunt my anklage to the Morn with a sniggling regard to this floating behemoth's on-board clockwork vicar."
"Hollowed out gourds be Damned, Baron Flutesniff! I've now a taste for the sprinkled remains of last year's shortpants and a raging stiffy that must find a place to alit!!! To the prow! To the prow! To the prow! Bypass the Dutch Uncle and name my Stench whence the Nostrils of First Mate Krundlesnack find clear passage 'round the Blockage of Dessicated Sinal Fluidity! I raise the Hems of mine Pantaloons to flaunt my anklage to the Morn with a sniggling regard to this floating behemoth's on-board clockwork vicar."
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