Mr Ormal can’t go to swork at the Tovine Phactory.
He wants to walk along the plathway. He misses making flops. He aches to hear the goozey noise and the fat ploomping sound as they slidder into their kases.
Mr Ormal knows what will choof him up though! A good stit in his beloved plarkway. Those Popawomps and Slittertoads will make him all better!
But when Mr Ormal tries to get into the plark, he can’t. The Geight is schtuck.
There’s a Plodiceman outside. The Plodiceman is holding his slobnailed-booted phoot against the geight.
It’s the same Plodiceman he’s seen before. With the same thundereek face.
“Hullo.” sais Mr Ormal.
“Stop resisting.” sais the Plodiceman.
“What?” sais Mr Ormal.
“Ormalcy Citizen 91101, I said stop resisting! Go back inside for your own safatee.” sais the Plodiceman.
“Right.” sais Mr Ormal, and makes his way back towards his phlat.
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