One day, I was operating my motorized rollingham along the cobble-stone-clippity-clop to reach my favorite deli. I noticed that my motorized rollingham was having trouble rickedy-popping so I pondered "I must be gentle if I'm to reach the deli and order my favourite breaddystack." After I (pardon the informality) ate my meal I returned to my dwelling quarters. As I rotated the twisting plankhandle of my door, I was flabbergasted that there was a negro of large stature putting a rooty tooty point-n-shooty in the general direction of my visage. He had my wife strapped to a chair with a few electro-ropes and was about to engage in forcy fun time with her. I shouted for the constable but the negro speared me with a pip-pop-gollywock. He then forced me to get on my wunderbahbox and use my hoighty toighty tippy typer to disclose my finance information.

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