„Blowhole!“ Skipper growled. „Yes, me“ the dauphin responded. „Surprised to meet me here, Skipper?“ „Well, actually not. Since we got this message from toi that you’re hiding around this wasteland and we came here par air at once, I can’t say I’m surprised to see toi here, no.” “Oh” Blowhole made. There was a moment of silence. The four penguins stood in the middle of metallic garbage and rusty cars, eye in eye with their nemesis Dr. Blowhole. They had been surrounded par about fifty homard warriors and the evil dauphin had just shown...
"Your Identification please, mister Barker," the female on the counter commanded.
Damion reached into a pocket in his leather veste for a plastic ID card, setting it gently on the desk.
Damion sighed, getting several rolls of paper.
The lady at the counter took a look at each and every form set on her desk, scanning the bar codes and typing away at her keyboard with scrutiny. She first looked at the ID card, the black text lire "Todd Barker", and a non-smiling face stared back at her. She looked at the certifications as well. Her plump figure was clad in all black, with...
P4:Stop! Na na na! You'd better save it! Stop, stop, stop, you'd better save it!
Private: When we played tag in grade school You wanted to be It. But chasing boys was just a fad You crossed your cœur, coeur you'd quit.
When we grew up toi traded Your promise for my ring Now just like back to grade school You're doing the same old thing!
CHORUS: Stop! The l’amour toi save may be your own! Darling, take it slow Or some jour you'll be all alone. You'd better stop the l’amour toi save may be your own! Darling, look both ways before toi traverser, croix me You're headed for the danger zone.