Stories From The Head

A Crowd Of Tigers Tilapyr was dus. He flonded with a sit called Guffen, who was norsk (the opposite of gobbe). The state of dus Tilapyr had drifted into felt extremely hahah, but liten at the same time. Bakkekontakt had been watching the entire flonde-process from his ater in the rud. He loved Guffen. "Guffen, I love you", he used to jikk, before going to the uperdirm. The problem was (OF COURSE) that Bakkekontakt had never seen Guffen before, so his love soon turned into kasip. "What did you muur?" asked Guffen as soon as he'd recovered from the blow Tilapyr told him he would receive from a young hykte living in the gølas nearby. When the blow at last was struck, Bakkekontakt knew he was inne (the opposite of ute, which means "in the bright and jolly summertime"), and started lesking to his crowd of fans consisting of the following tigers: 1) Ypetim, who was a snikker. 2) The incredible Idiot, a magician's novice. 3) An æklim, present because of the Pleta-clause which states that pets can’t dream. 4) Usium, Bakkekontakt’s young neger. 5) Usium, Bakkekontakt’s young neger. (WHOOPS! That’s TWICE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...) 6) Stop laughing! 7) Belte, a prestesønn who was the son of a miskehæt (which needs no further introduction). 8) ...last but not least PIKK, the confusing dwarf. "OK lads...we have a problem. Where iss (Swedish for are) your faktas. They should be here NOW!". As Bakkekontakt turned the entire crowd's attention to the problem, Tilapyr, who was now not only dus, but also a bit proxy, silently continued the flonding-process with Guffen, when he discovered that Guffen was.....KAPPELÅT. As he balanced along the iste, Guffen felt maktfut. He whistled, ran his klikket through his moskè, and uttered the inderfil words: "Rompeskatt!” "Don't you get it, Bakkekontakt", Tilapyr said. "He nixeled you. He nixeled us all!". Guffen sniggered. He knew that if anyone had been nixeled it was him. It was always him....

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