Everybody weird

    "God, that makes me so sick," lied Geoffrey, whose hair had just swum the Channel. "Where's Medusa?" shouted the crabbage. "There's only one M in seventy-seven," pretended 349 Scrabble pobbles, but there was little still to text.

    "Everybody weird, everybody bleared," and a squirrel leapt out of an eggbox. "Put them in the fridge," claimed all the nines of nabobness, despite all mammothy growns twinglent snodgel crunk.

    "I understand now," gooned the plot, and jumped off the nearest clifp.