Keeping Our Illegal Alien, Safe
Where the heck is Raymone, Crumby?
Beats me Rayetta. You know how he disappears for days on end.
Yeah, but he must have been in the lab today, because he left a Plant du Jour for Ray.
Yep. Maybe he’s gone out to visit avec les couchons. He likes to visit the swinery area when there’s plenty of young shoats.
Well go find him Crumby. And then bring him straight to my office.
Yes maam.
Crumby heads on out to the swinery area to ascertain if he has ovated correctly on the current whereabouts of the CB’s resident Gaelic illegal alien, Druid, and photographer, Raymone, with the purpose of fetching Raymone along to the office of the Lovely Druidess Rayetta.
There you are Raymone, just as I foretold.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
Just look at all these little shoats. They sure are cute at this age.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
Er. The Lovely Druidess needs to see you in her office, Raymone, huit, huit.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
After bidding adieu to les couchons petite, the Crumby Ovate and Raymone head on back in the general direction of Rayetta’s office. The Lovely Druidess awaits within.
There you are Raymone, visible for the nonce. Crumby could you shut the door, please, on your way out.
All righty then, maam.
And stop calling me, maam.
All righty then.
Shut the door, Crumby!
Yes maam.
The door shuts avec the departure of the Crumby Ovate, leaving Raymone alone with the Lovely Druidess.
Jeez Louise! That Crumby gets on my nerves! Mercy! Hello Raymone. Have a seat.
Merci, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Hmmm. Listen up Raymone. The reason I have interrupted my very busy schedule to visit with you this morning is due to the extraordinary, even, some might say, unprecedented shenanigans on-going in the Mammonite Christian Homeland. Know this Raymone! Lots of the Mammonites are on the alert. They are out to capture you and then torture you mercilessly to find out if you know anything they want to hear. Then, once you tell them what they want to hear, they will deport you to Algeria and the Algerian Secret Police shall torture you mercilessly for many years in Algeria. Do you want those awful things to happen to you?
No, no, no, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Course not. Course you don't want those awful things to happen to you. There now, that’s a good boy, Raymone. Stop that sniveling. There, that's better. So Raymone, what you must do is be very, very, very, very stealthy. You must never, ever leave the relatively safe grounds of the CB unless you are invisible or cleverly disguised as a regular white boy, and never ever, appear as a foreigner, or as a foreigner sympathizer. Do you understand all that?
Oui, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Good. Now run along.
Oui, Madamoiselle Rayetta
Beats me Rayetta. You know how he disappears for days on end.
Yeah, but he must have been in the lab today, because he left a Plant du Jour for Ray.
Yep. Maybe he’s gone out to visit avec les couchons. He likes to visit the swinery area when there’s plenty of young shoats.
Well go find him Crumby. And then bring him straight to my office.
Yes maam.
Crumby heads on out to the swinery area to ascertain if he has ovated correctly on the current whereabouts of the CB’s resident Gaelic illegal alien, Druid, and photographer, Raymone, with the purpose of fetching Raymone along to the office of the Lovely Druidess Rayetta.
There you are Raymone, just as I foretold.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
Just look at all these little shoats. They sure are cute at this age.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
Er. The Lovely Druidess needs to see you in her office, Raymone, huit, huit.
Oui, Monsieur Crumby.
After bidding adieu to les couchons petite, the Crumby Ovate and Raymone head on back in the general direction of Rayetta’s office. The Lovely Druidess awaits within.
There you are Raymone, visible for the nonce. Crumby could you shut the door, please, on your way out.
All righty then, maam.
And stop calling me, maam.
All righty then.
Shut the door, Crumby!
Yes maam.
The door shuts avec the departure of the Crumby Ovate, leaving Raymone alone with the Lovely Druidess.
Jeez Louise! That Crumby gets on my nerves! Mercy! Hello Raymone. Have a seat.
Merci, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Hmmm. Listen up Raymone. The reason I have interrupted my very busy schedule to visit with you this morning is due to the extraordinary, even, some might say, unprecedented shenanigans on-going in the Mammonite Christian Homeland. Know this Raymone! Lots of the Mammonites are on the alert. They are out to capture you and then torture you mercilessly to find out if you know anything they want to hear. Then, once you tell them what they want to hear, they will deport you to Algeria and the Algerian Secret Police shall torture you mercilessly for many years in Algeria. Do you want those awful things to happen to you?
No, no, no, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Course not. Course you don't want those awful things to happen to you. There now, that’s a good boy, Raymone. Stop that sniveling. There, that's better. So Raymone, what you must do is be very, very, very, very stealthy. You must never, ever leave the relatively safe grounds of the CB unless you are invisible or cleverly disguised as a regular white boy, and never ever, appear as a foreigner, or as a foreigner sympathizer. Do you understand all that?
Oui, Madamoiselle Rayetta.
Good. Now run along.
Oui, Madamoiselle Rayetta
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, September 30, 2006
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home