1 ”O freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
2 As plured gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
3 Groop, I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
4 And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
5 Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurlecruncheon, see if I don’t.”
(by Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz; see p. 56/57)
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