whispering to the coast

Once in the big pig pain in the huge bum bum there were was now much manliness going astray. 'Sortit!!!! shouted Harold the pointed pinter's printer. 'Inside your interior and a silence with a murderously low hum, soon some people will be unaware of it.'
'Already am.' Douglas replied relying on lying yet one more time agog.
'Not!' harold retorted aware of his lack of capital. 'Not good for business.' 'No, no, no, not at all.'
The man in the street became the man in the hall which was ungood for Noreen and Doreen and the Ner-do-wells who wander in the moonless landscape.