So there I was, O my brothers, your little droogy Rabadash, wasting my pretty on the old moloko plus in this like real cal mesto. I did viddy with my glazzies a bezoomny devotchka with great groodies.
I did itty to govoreet with her, and maybe a bit of the old in out in out, but this starry malenky malchick of hers did tolchock me in the gulliver. Lucky I had my britva, which I rammed to his gorlo.
And the old krovvy flowed from his litso, and O how I did smeck at that. And with each tolchock at his yarbles I did hear the jeezny slovos of the glorious 9th of old Ludwig van. I was cured alright.
