Never Ending Story

because the props department were short of cash and the Star Wars arm was just lying there. Gene was not happy. "Why, with the power of the Borg hive, do we not have an arm that effing matches!"

But at least he was still in the film - which was about to take a dramatic turn. A jagged purple 'mouth' had appeared in the Western sky, spewing what looked like red hot embers onto the forest below
 
where lurked Fafner disguised as a dragon, guarding the nibelung gold, only a warrior who does not recognize fear, could possibly hope to slay the dragon...
 
"Cut!" shouted the director. "Who ordered a dragon?"

"We had one left over from Merlin and we'd heard you wanted to re-use old props."

"OK. I want it to look as if it's made out of stone. We'll call it a lavasaur."

Fafner was not impressed
 
with the wages,these were far short of what was promised,at least one shekel for an ex-leper.....
 
The old lepers and other followers shouted to Brian, but his Mum said ' he's been a naughty boy ' Dash dang said ...........
 
"Dammit! Missed out again - and I was really looking forward to some naughty boy today." A disappointed Dang slouched off to look for a pub
 
to try and drown his sorrows but the barman would not accept shekels alwell said the ex-leper, it will be a pirates life for me as he departed singing always look on the bright side of life.....
 
making a mental list of what he would need. Would he have a ship or would he be a land-based pirate? Land was easier - and that raised a second question: radio transmitter or internet?
 
super highway to there and back again, after much deliberation on what to have for lunch he decided on a ploughmans lunch and this left him pondering whether to be a ploughman would be the better option.......
 
the pub. The country life was appealing. The sweet smell of fresh horse dung mingled with rotting humus. The clink of beer glasses after a pleasant day's work out in the sunshine. The buxom barmaid at the Dog and Duck
 
a l'orange but where the oranges are coming from who knows unless the barmaid is Nell Gwyn in which she rarely would be worth knowing.....
 
but for the man from Del Monte - well known for being unable to say no - this was one of those rare times. He would know Nell as soon as he saw her
 
portrait which was hung in the gallery called sweet mistress hall,this having been commisioned by Charlie the 2nd in regonition of the juiciest oranges in all England
 
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