Vogeler and The Mexican Fellow
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| '''Poor Man's Rickshaw -''' ''(in his first appearance, bellows)'' | '''Poor Man's Rickshaw -''' ''(in his first appearance, bellows)'' | ||
| - | : I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simulataneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently. | + | : I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently. |
| == See also == | == See also == | ||
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Excerpted
by Mexicans and Americans, Being The Ongoing Adventures of a Man And His Country, Largely Hi-Jacked
Vogeler:
- Behold, I have come among you, and have found you wanting.
- Wanting for a bath, that is.
Unwashed Masses:
- (murmering incosolately)
- But seriously, you should think about your soul. Think about the Gove Desert. When a sinner plants : : his seed, God thinks, here is a man who can clean up after my white blessed children. Because after : the party of intermixing is accomplished, we will need a fire.
- (here is where need the froth of tones the frothe of mankind the mocah froth of mankind)
Vogeler:
- O' Poobish Ones, ye who would be decieved, who heads are not protected from dreaded shedding, I ask you -- who even now assemble before me, querying. It is you to whom I speak, stop querying ad infinitum,
- runs to waiting car, or alternatly in the Czech performance, a mule with four sticks.
Poor Man's Rickshaw - (in his first appearance, bellows)
- I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently.
