“Screw this dump!” says Giblets. “This universe is old and fat and smells like smelling and Giblets is busting out!”
“Should we go over the wall or take the tunnel?” says me. I been diggin a tunnel.
“Nuts to the tunnel!” says Giblets. “What we do is we make like we’re sick. Then when God comes in to check on us we punch im in the liver an run out the door!”
“They’ll be on the lookout so we’re gonna need disguises if we wanna make it the resta the way,” says me. “If we bop Europe an Australia on the head we can sneak out in their continent costumes!”
Fafblog! back to save the universe.