Not even Brian Can't.
Gimme a P (please Bob)
Gimme a L
Gimme a A
Gimme a Y
What does that spell?
Ah, you're a brain-donor rioting looting yoof, therefore spelling is beyond your capabilites. See, it really doesn't matter if it's raining or it's fine, just as long as you've got time to R.I.O.T. Unless it's raining, then it's time to stay in with yer mum, drinking malty whorelicks with the 3Ds, a good kindled book, and P.L.A.Y., Play, Play away, play away (station), play (away) station, Playstation, PS3...
After getting past some electrified jelly monster and getting hacked off with Navi the fairy's fecking irritating "Hey! Lissen!", we return to the looking glass.
I took my VORPAL sword in hand, long time musical child stars of the golden age I sought, who'd fecked off back into the mirror and left an innocent blonde haired lad to be chopped up by grandmama (and not Judy Moran, The Godfather Granny of Oz), culminating in Ole Cloven hoof bringing about Ye Apocalypʃe by forcing posho gormsters to watch musicality of film. The Fame remake, or Glee.
Or something.
Anyhew, Back through the water, over the cogs, through the maze... why, this is getting to be a piece of piss!
Ah, here come's the 'wock!
Feck, feck, shitteryarse feck!
There's 4 modes - Easy, Normal, Hard, Nightmare. I'm on Normal, and the fecker's impossible!
One! Two! And through and I'm fecking burnt to death again!
The Meta is miles off, so you can't get to it before he flies over and breathes burny breath on ya! Whatever direction, he's on top of you, burny burny burny!
It's as bad as when Rick Taylor had to battle off The Corrupted to keep Jennifer Willis on the sacrificial altar safe from the approaching In The Hills, The Cities style giant Corrupted made up out of The Corrupted. But at least you got somewhere.
This - start, up it goes, blast it with the 'wock's eye wand, you burned to deathery.
But no mental phantasmagoria is going to beat me - I'll twat that bar steward if it kills me! Then, I shall gallumph to t'bottom of our stairs and bellow "Calloo, Callay" in chortling joy.
You see if I don't!
