The Non-Sensical Adventures of Scrump 4

Scrump knew that his days were numbered,
As he 'sweated it out' in a pollice interrogation room, he relised that he was too non-swensical to remain amoung the ordinary folk.
There was a clatter as the door to the room swung open.
The detective known as 'Big Filthy Harry' strolled in.

'Alright, you scrumpy piece of cow fecaes, you're to tell me why you did all those...things NOW!!!'

Scrump stared at him silently, Harry stared back.
Scrump said quietly, 'I'm an extremly complicated, 3-dimensional, many layed man, Harry... you'd do well to treat me with an extremly LARGE AMOUNT OF RESPECT!!!' Scrump was shkieking now, then he went on a bit of a rant.

'DON'T YOU HATE THE WAY THAT THEY CHARGE YOU FOR PLASTIC BAGS IN FRANCE!!!! AAARRRGGGHHH! IT MAKES ME WANT TO SHRIEK AT A BUS FULL OF ELDERY FOLK!!!'

Big Filthy Harry found this rather amusing so he joined in: 'I HATE THE WAY THAT TRAFFIC LIGHTS TAKE AGES TO TURN GREEN THESE DAYS!!!! IT'S A CONSPIRACY i TELL YOU, AARRRGGHGHHHH*'.

Several policemen burst through the door:' what the hells going on!!!????' one roared.

Scrump punched the policeman in the eyeball and burst out of the interrigation room.
'I'M FREE!!!' he hollared and procedded to recite the magna carta backwards as he burst out of the police station.

'TAXI!!' Scrump yelled to a small old woman. Then serveral poeple looked in horror at the terriuble spectacle occuring up in the sky.

TO BE CONTINUED

*It's illegal not to end a rant with the sound:'aaarrrggghhhh' (note the number of 'g's)