Dischenectody I

And Rogers rounds third, he’s gonna slide, he’s gonna slide, he’s
lost in the woods with no food, shelter, or compass.  Hope almost
leaps into the air and catches the ball on his snout.  A flick of
the controls, and powerful pistons compress the waste into bricks
green with envy.  Madge, how DO you get your dishes so spotlessly
revolting and coming this way!  Call General Bismarck!  Break out
all over your face?  Heartbreaking, isn’t it.  But today you have
boxes full of gold boullion are placed on the platform.  The door
slashes viciously at the hyena’s throat.  The antelope won’t make
a lasting impression on your boss, don’t you?  Of course.  That’s
a good time to fog for fleas and other pests.  Remember your pets
for life, or at least until the money runs out.  Your investments
ruin a good polish.  So can tree sap and bird droppings.  Also be
last in line at the bank.  And of course, I chose the teller with
cerebral palsy.  Doctor, are you sure?  Yes.  Oh no, no!  He’s so
engorged with blood, filling the two chambers.  The size attained
almost reaches second base!  A throw, a catch, and Palmer is out!