Speaking in tongues

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Roy Preston rode the horse up to the stable and spoke Latin to the milkmaid.

Several mugs showed up bright yellow and seemed to signal danger, but Preston couldn't quite tell.

Preston: Remember where you placed your brown mugs, we can trace them back to my unbelievable hiding place.

Dream': Why are you asking me this Roy?

Preston: I thought you liked surprise tea parties.

Dream: Don't torture me any more Roy.

Preston: I am humbled by your presence. I will stab myself with this tea cosy.

Stub. Stub. Stub.

That was warm like milk burning under the oven. It seemed as if the whole protest squad was telling a joke to a nun.

Finally it ended and the nine piece pumpkin talked aloud from a plinth.

Pumpkin: I'm in love with the ground. I'm in love with the airplanes that touch the ground and carry it to the sky, but someday I'll set the ground on fire. Ever since I was placed with my brethren, I've had this toothache, because I have teeth. I have teeth embedded in my flesh. I have to shave. I have to pee.

Pumpkin rolled dumping in to sounds in to plastic. Pumpkin crushed brother for sunscreen.

So the grey mugs danced to the pumpkins tune and chose option "X". This was the wrong option.

Roy sat down in the barbed wire chair and started to interrogate the mugs.

Roy: WHY?

Mug:

Roy: WHY?

Mug:

Roy: WHY?

Roy: Because society did it!

Roy: DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP.>> obscure smiley.

Roy Preston stood up and slit his eyes open.

Act 1 Scene 56

Roy: UNCLE!

No one was in doors. He checked his monitor. "Mien god!" he exclaimed, as he pulled his head out of the thumbscrew, "this is a bit of other worldly pylon."

He was the man of his dreams. Some sticky relish had been poured down his trousers. Preston looked at them and released soil from his eyes.

They realized just as things started oozing: "Underneath all pumpkins!" they said in unison, as the Chorus sang a lament for the lost smile balanced on the bread loaf.

CHOIR: Washed out to sea he was, but even in death he was smiling, at least with the help of surgical alteration. He was in the ocean for a really long time, longer than a day and without any electronic equipment. And he saw zebras and telephones, and he died. And he died. His skeleton washed up on shore, but it was dead. We ate his bread.

The choir packed up their equipment and left through the fire exit. Trailing behind their Christian gowns purifying milkshakes already in their season.

Roy: UNCLE!!

The room changed into a jigsaw puzzle made entirely from anchovies. Al Le Vista was hanging balls from the bottom of the ceiling, with a funny glint in his lower thorax that indicated he spoke fluent German.

Roy: hello are you my guardian angel?

AL: YEvs Ifm IAM

Roy: Don't speak like a tormented apron.

AL: Your newspaper is already ironed sir

Roy: that's better

Roy: Have you read Dick?

Al jumped from his paperback glue set and had an Irish pigs bladder. Roy looked puzzled. Perhaps the jigsaw had moulded itself around the groin.

The milkmaid came through the grass blade and secretly averted her gaze towards two fornicating deer.