Zinzin. | 1 |
Hello! Tittit! Tell your title? | 2 |
Abride! | 3 |
Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru' Iss? Miss? True? | 4 |
Tit! What is the ti . . ? | 5 |
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| SILENCE. | 6 |
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| Act drop. Stand by! Blinders! Curtain up. Juice, please! Foots! | 7 |
Hello! Are you Cigar shank and Wheat? | 8 |
I gotye. Gobble Ann's Carrot Cans. | 9 |
Parfey. Now, after that justajiff siesta, just permit me a | 10 |
| moment. Challenger's Deep is childsplay to this but, by our | 11 |
| soundings in the swish channels, land is due. A truce to demobbed | 12 |
| swarwords. Clear the line, priority call! Sybil! Better that or | 13 |
| this? Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Follow the baby spot. | 14 |
| Yes. Very good now. We are again in the magnetic field. Do | 15 |
| you remember on a particular lukesummer night, following a | 16 |
| crying fair day? Moisten your lips for a lightning strike and begin | 17 |
| again. Mind the flickers and dimmers! Better? | 18 |
Well. The isles is Thymes. The ales is Penzance. Vehement | 19 |
| Genral. Delhi expulsed. | 20 |
Still calling of somewhave from its specific? Not more? | 21 |
| Lesscontinuous. There were fires on every bald hill in holy | 22 |
| Ireland that night. Better so? | 23 |
You may say they were, son of a cove! | 24 |
Were they bonfires? That clear? | 25 |
No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bona- | 26 |
| fieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens. | 27 |
Was it a high white night now? | 28 |
Whitest night mortal ever saw. | 29 |
Was our lord of the heights nigh our lady of the valley? | 30 |
He was hosting himself up and flosting himself around and | 31 |
| ghosting himself to merry her murmur like an andeanupper | 32 |
| balkan. | 33 |
Lewd's carol! Was there rain by any chance, mistandew? | 34 |