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milliways_bar2006-03-30 09:04 pm
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The door opens.
In comes a familiar, fluffy yellow figure, with a beaming grin and a loaded platter of green eggs and ham in each hand.
Which he proceeds to spin, as he stands straight in the middle of the room and opens his mouth.
"I'm not wearing underwear today!
I'm not wearing underwear today!"
A pause, and a dramatic flourish, as Sam's feet take up the beat, his platters spinning faster than ever.
"Not that you really care
Much about my underwear
Still nonetheless I gotta say -"
Smoke is beginning to emerge from the floor around the dancing feet, spiralling up around the furry yellow body in oddly psychadelic patterns.
"I'm not wearing underwear today!" Sam-I-Am concludes, and goes into a long, final slide across the bar floor, platters moving so fast they're actually hovering somewhere over his hands.
Fur, it turns out, is extremely flammable.
When the pyre dies down, all that's left is two platters, on which sit a beautiful arrangement of lovely green fried eggs and ham.
In comes a familiar, fluffy yellow figure, with a beaming grin and a loaded platter of green eggs and ham in each hand.
Which he proceeds to spin, as he stands straight in the middle of the room and opens his mouth.
"I'm not wearing underwear today!
I'm not wearing underwear today!"
A pause, and a dramatic flourish, as Sam's feet take up the beat, his platters spinning faster than ever.
"Not that you really care
Much about my underwear
Still nonetheless I gotta say -"
Smoke is beginning to emerge from the floor around the dancing feet, spiralling up around the furry yellow body in oddly psychadelic patterns.
"I'm not wearing underwear today!" Sam-I-Am concludes, and goes into a long, final slide across the bar floor, platters moving so fast they're actually hovering somewhere over his hands.
Fur, it turns out, is extremely flammable.
When the pyre dies down, all that's left is two platters, on which sit a beautiful arrangement of lovely green fried eggs and ham.