- (Crooked cup) so you say that this traffic stocking socking up the street in this my zone was caused by your Plumbing Mr. Mario? Have you got a plumbing lisense?
- (Marioanella) Yes sir, But you should know me, I am the Famous Marioanella, the best plummer in the galaxy!!!
I am a woman, note a bloke…
- (Police) wait Mr. Mario, if you were Marioanella, the famous one, you wouldn’t have caused this leakage flooding the street, and anyhow, Marioanella is a illegal rebel scum, if you were here I would have to arrest you immediately, but I know you are not, do you know how many that have claimed to be her, no Mr. Mario just admit that you are a fake plummer without a license, you are an off-license scum, just pay med the bribe of 20.000 credits and be off…
- (Marioanella) but I don’t have that sum on me, could I come back in 5 min. And pay you???
- (Policeman) ha, ha, ha what fool do you take me for??? Oooh what is that horrific stench…
The Fish-Emperor enters the stage…
- (Fish-E) flesh fiiisch! Flesh fiiisch, buy helling and stulgeon flesh flom the see-watel-oacean, fiisched by me…
- (Policeman) yuk, get away from me foul rotting disgusting creature, get away from me, do you have a fish-selling license…
The man of the corrupt law pukes out of the revolting stench, sadly for him he has an airtight sealed suit….
- (Policeman) oh, what vile B.O. you have, old ugly man!
Luckily the rotten herring you carry is working as an au-de-toilet disguising your horrible odor!!! Was your mum a rotting fish???
- (Fish-E) ah you know my motlel, oh I miss my lovely mum!!! Can I pay her blibe in fiiish?
- (Police) Oh just get away from me you horrid thing!!!
The police jumps on his speeder-bike and flees the scene!!!
- (Marioanella) oh, dear friend, you saved me… let me give you a hug, eh oh wait perhaps not…
- (Bullfinch) Hey what the hell are you doing here in the capital, you could have been apprehended by the federation and caused all of us rebels death!!! Or slow agony in the fed-torture pen…
- (Marioanella) oh I am so sorry, I just wished to do some real plumbing again, I miss my old life…
- (Bullfinch) I understand we all miss our old lives, but prize you maker that you sat on Cray’s experimental tracer, it must have stuck to your uni-suit…
- (Fish-E) Yes! We all saclifisesses must make, I no longer swim in capital suels and catch flesh fiiisch… please don’t jeopaldise oul lives again, now say Solly Mollianella and taste flesh fiiisch!!!
- (Morrianella) Ok, sorry, but please don’t wave about that stinking fish…
