The gourmand fairy, carefully taking
the fruit back, squinted at where the blob was gesturing at. Over there
was a disgusting, mouth foaming Darktoon, and, good gracious, it looked
like it ate a 10 or 20 pounds of sugar before it passed out. Yuck, that
thing was seriously disgusting; she still remembered where she
was “feeling cozy” in the mouth of this pest.“ellWay,
(Well,)” Edith slowly and carefully explained, still having disgust at
the Darktoon, “esethay uysgay ereway ikelay oachesray andyay uffstay,
osay …. yeahyay. (these guys were like roaches and stuff, so …. yeah.)“
“oSay
ummyay, atwhay areyay youyay oingday erehay allyay ybay yourselfyay
ithway ATthay ingthay? (So umm, what are you doing here all by yourself
with THAT thing?)”
“Ah,” the Repairman nodded, after taking a moment to understand what she said. “Um…way…itsay okebray outtaday iceyay.” (Um…it broke out of the ice)
He rubbed the back of his head.
“Anyway…way…Anksthay or fay okkingneigh athay outway,” he continued, trying his hardest not to mangle Pig Latin. “I’msay uthay Oarthfay Allway Epairman…ray. Asway onyay usinessbay.” (Anyway…thanks for knocking that out. I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman. Was on business.)
He looked at the fairy(?) and at the large heap of fruit she was carrying.
“Owhay about ooyay? Asway Iyay interrupting anything…ay?” (How about you? Was I interrupting anything)
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