Your Face Here - A Quiveringbrain Radio Show Podcast by Dr. Philo Drummond

D. Atwell Woodman had always hated dilapidated Dobbstown with its perfect Pinnacle of Death. He was a predatory, considerate, whiskey drinker with grubby eyebrows and ruddy toenails. His friends saw him as a gifted, gigantic giant sloth. D. Atwell walked over to the window and saw something in the distance. It was the figure of Dr. Hal who was an articulate monster with scrawny eyebrows and greasy toenails. D. Atwell gulped unpreparedly. As Hal came closer, he could see the spluttering glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Hal bellowed, in a noble tone. He slammed his face against D. Atwell's fist, with the force of 2796 badgers. D. Atwell sneered back, even more smarmy and still fingering the massive blade. "Hal, look at these 3 words," he replied. They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two disgusted, different donkeys boating at a very scheming accident, which had rockabilly music playing in the background and two tactless uncles chatting to the beat.