Stories From The Head

Acceptance Kåsseblækk was furious. He was totally unaware that his tyffer had sent him roses. This was nearly impossible for three very different reasons: 1) Kåsseblækk hadn't received any roses. 2) Kåsseblækk had no tyffer. 3) The blut was non-existent because of the incredible speed of the reggequ. There was only one solution - heberin! OK, as an alien, you might say "Heberin? So?". If you take into account that a heberin hadn't been performed for several seconds, you might change your mind to "Heberin? Oh wow!". Better...much better.......well, let's leave it at that. As Kåsseblækk prepared the heberin, a small giant drifted into sight. "Who are you?" Kåsseblækk said, in full heberin outfit. " Hello! I am Pubertet! I live here! Who are your jafec, and what is the vøben sticking out of the rynæ?". Kåsseblækk didn’t understand a word. "What the hell (short for hel) are you doing here?", Kåsseblækk fumed. "Don't use that polite tone with me, middle-aged man. I am a certified Story from the head-character. I am Pubertet, here is my Story from the head-certificate". Pubertet handed Kåsseblækk a blank piece of wire. "He's certified all right", Kåsseblækk thought out loud. "Join my terror, we make a great mider!". This was the first time Pubertet had been in the same room as someone who possessed a terror. It wouldn't be the last...

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