A Co-Operative Novel: 3 Words at a Time

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his
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John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!"

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,

 

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John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly, "fuzzy asparagus means

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like Don King. Pending

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like Don King. Pending copy-left laws

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like Don King. Pending copy-left laws and Mike Tyson's

 

John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like Don King. Pending copy-left laws and Mike Tyson's getting out of

 

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John suddenly glanced around the corner and his hair glanced with him. There it was. Coming straight for his well - coiffed head, the biggest, largest, most vicious and meanest looking monkey he'd ever seen (this side of Godzilla in Tokyo). This monkey however was wielding a large silvertip badger, the whole badger, and a straight-laced minister of magic from the edge of nowhere was following right behind him with his wand raised.

Luckily for John, monkeys liked him (perhaps too much). The monkey jumped around with glee and proceeded to throw the badger up the sky until it suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground and exploded into very little marbles that were glowing with an eerie sinister luster that chilled John to the core of his being, and suddenly without warning a woman with 4" stiletto high heels stepped out from behind a large barber's pole and screamed really loudly, then tripped over a rubber duck that almost...almost...almost squeaked. The woman's hair got white immediately. John rushed to help.

What he found was quite remarkable. Unbelievable, actually. There, right in the cloudy sky, just where the top of the woman's head should've been if she was that tall.....was the badger, reincarnated as a Michael Jackson impersonator.

"Because I'm BAD, I'm in BED" screamed the badger, while raising a white gloved hand, he smiled and did a gyrating hip dislocating type pump and grind.

A wild boar laughed with amusement while the wizard, wary of children wielding straight razors, offered them "Jesus-juice" which could make them sing and dance an Irish jig while balanced on giant Pilate's balls.

Meanwhile the stagemanager from the local opera house ran to get his handkerchief out of the asparagus patch that smelled like Aqua Velva. "Just hold on there!" he said sternly,"that wild boar fuzzy asparagus", just means I'm developing shaving brushes that look like Don King. Pending copy-left laws and Mike Tyson's getting out of the way of