Viddy this fellow droogs: Some malenky malchecks and devotchkas are quite gromky. My poor gulliver is pounding. They won't stop their creeching. Goobers flying right along. Their wide rots open. Catching flies. Almost feel like tolchocking the litsos. Watching the kroovy flow. Lovely red kroovy.
Yeah, all razdraz. Going bezoomny. Too much nadsat. Aye, far too much. Bog above, help me. Their slovos are making no sense.
Yeah, I'll itty along now. The starry skolliwoll is calling. Glazzies burning and sleppy. Can't wait to go back domy. Just one minoota more...