Ellie the Nephelant was actually a mono-browed mooing cow in disguise, but was known as Gary at the weekend.  Tangent smells in the black control pink horizon dislike squishy fires in four carousel bellies on this world taste.  Totem-pole-shaped-watching-normally-tasting-rather-evil yoghurts smell a tiny morbid detonating safety-pin.  Hjnm the nun pranced upon a pile of Muscus.  Yaagoo the great honkytonk metaphysician rejected the nice.  The yoghurt was spread on the floor upon which Gary slipped, and became Malcolm.  Yaagoo the great honkytonk metaphysician studied toliet pianos' bowls on letter days, but only if they were ripe enpough to harvest.  The Hjnm Muscus was liked by the Malcolm who ruled the horn bowls that Yaagoo kept snake food in.  The intergalactic deep light of dark light can't beep the road insomnia of worry mad hurry grease.  The grease caused the roller skate of the sheep on the hill to dance independently of the cat, which caused the grass of the digestion process to implode, causing sleepless cavaties.  The Malcolm/Ellie/Gary* Nephelant had eaten the purple grass instead of the choose electrical fabric gameshows and the cavaties were wormholes which lead to other dimensions.  To be or not to be a Nephelant was what Gary/Ellie/Malcolm* the disguised mooing cow in disguise asked his/herself* and the answer was Chicken Tomorrow, so he/she* was.

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