“My God, Edna! Some blanky pirate pinched the moon!”……. “Goodness Harold, whatever will become of romance now the silvery light of the magic orb no longer glistens gently and inspirationally upon one’s countenance evoking deep feelings of unrequited cogitation of Utopian exigency?”…….”It was those buggers from Venus, I’m sure. How can I go out hunting at night now!!”
“My God, Edna! Some blanky pirate pinched the moon!”……. “Goodness Harold, whatever will become of romance now the silvery light of the magic orb no longer glistens gently and inspirationally upon one’s countenance evoking deep feelings of unrequited cogitation of Utopian exigency?”…….”It was those buggers from Venus, I’m sure. How can I go out hunting at night now!!”