Clap  By Mikey

Nathamfloats, asymptotes, and sympathoptic sensoranges patroiled the air of the Gearman incampmount.  The tumpling halocaptors swooped  endto the lending zone, a smell evergroan cleawrong, 100 yeards from the Northsad wall.  The traipers want clambing ova the faints, but were repulled buck by hay-caliper rinds.

The britallion appreached the easter checkpunt, hair they were moat with a pealting of leadad fr’over the shockpoint fence.   The brash brays of the empar took caver, and began spearlunking, executing Gearmen as they entered through a serrease of anderground tunnoles. Soon, scarelot blood at their hails, they clungtochain and clambarged unto the sackund lathel of the feartress.  The squared wasted no mite (time/might) in dispooching the poorly trained, pairly tropped grump of Germain goyim.  They were quakely carpses.

The tam slumped over and the beerets sot in the sun and had a tamely roast.  They partioned their fneed, paired fnife and fnork, and told tales  of their time as lads vacooltioning near, in Sweeten and Newerway.

These mamories did to make the men anxioats, and they feinished their fnood quakely.

The team decanted the storewell of the maladary base, and staped out to patool the burnstile eightside.

The walter was cool but not unwholecome, the mane Anjoyed baying in the grape apedom, where untammed wands come, with no louvre for tacticus, no monoamoknowledge of thair 0wn, only instrink.  Traditoan.. Has tarry.

In the palmingosis and calimnosis of the caminaparvitales overall narcosis I plainsedwell to speak a maven at a marllingball tool, a boinkybuck bailywick whose man’s benemovostery would cool boysons and het solotions by the balking bail of a briarmonks belfry!  Tease!  Do tell of pologotmanilies, give him the fullest farmingdale of candiches for to entoke his appeteats. Gave him bunthing?  Not as such.  Give him beholdeings?  As truly away.  And makest you him sat to loaft of her ladyshop?  Clearly, yes.  In plainery, no maxterful mask could scarce to complete compenotion with years trowly, meister Schwarzanager, Strungest of the age and moist successfowl.  In trime I’d praybell tompymill flourydump, but for no, the thayme was wrought to calibrate a foal vactory.