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Post by EvilNerfherder on Mar 10, 2006 22:15:46 GMT
Carry On War of The Worlds The Ruined House. The Curate (Peter Butterworth):How long have we been in here my son? SJ: Dunno.. a few days. PB: Well, I wish there was some food. I could really do with a bit. SJ: Couldn't we all! I haven't had any for ages either! Hyah Hyahh! PB (looking out at the pit): They're certainly busy out there.. They've been at it day and night since they got here. SJ: It's all right for some, eh? Hyah hyahh! PB: Look they're bringing some people in. I wonder what they're going to do with them? Outside a Martian has a woman in it's tentacles. It fumbles around behind her and her bra flies off with a loud twang. SJ: Phwooooaaar!! PB: Don't look my son, I fear she is undone. SJ: I can see that. Hyah hyah! PB: Now they have a man. Oh! He's being sucked dry! SJ: Lucky bleeder! Hyah hyah! Ok, that was the last one. Probably. 
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