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"Man alone suffers so excruciatingly in the world that he was compelled to invent laughter."
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

TO STEAL IDEAS FROM ONE PERSON IS PLAGIARISM. TO STEAL FROM MANY IS RESEARCH.
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NEVER ON A SUNDAY. [pt.3]

by bigworm
4-19-10

This in the part where the Glory of the opera shines through like a priceless piece of something really valuable and known to cost a lot of money.This might be the end of this epic inanity!


	Act 1 ends with Flaccido having no 'tent pole', and telling his girlfriend Rigita that thus they cannot go camping. Rigita has (of course), forgotten what 'tent pole' means...

Rigita was not exactly the most gracious person you've ever met. But remember (even if it isn't so), that the opera is an invitation to the eloquent AND the coarse, where fat people celebrate remorse.


	Listen, you know I just bought a new tent 2 weeks ago. I wanna' go camping. Tell me why we can't or I'm gonna' have to choke you out.


	chorus she's going to choke you out... tra la la!!! she's going to choke you out... tra la la!!!

SUDDENLY (*kettle drum roll*), Rigita remembers that Flaccido never refers to his doo-hickey as his pa pa pa pa (you know... that medical word, the one that rhymes with 'weenus'). But alas...


	Flaccido sings nasty to Rigita It's too late Rigita, your man now gets his corn-cobb sucked by WHORES, WHORES, WITH ACTIVE CANKER SORES!!! TA DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!


	La la la la la!!! I don't understand you!!! We used to feed our corn-cobbs to the chickens!!! It's my fate to ponder your last remark... forever more... I'm pretty sure... I hope I can take it!!!

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