The ultimate force in the universe:

"Oblishblot"
From the theatre of drunken bastards and the producers of the blank box campaign
A play on the mysteries of things begun byBonifangith (and finally ceased by Becker*)
ACT I

scene I
Henry, fetch me my rarebits.
Oh boy, oihhhhh boy, somebody's got a hankerin' for a curmbox, with
extra crad.
Oh, I don't think we'll be getting any forgrast this season.
Well, anyway b----, fetch me some g--f-r with some t--r--s on the side.
I'll go home and spank my Nazi now, if that's OK with Frank.
Frank: Fine with me, I'll go upstairs and masturbate with my robot.
Butros Nilbort: That's fine, baby. It's like I always say...

scene II
utblohf: Where hast Bonifangth gone hither? we were to spankth ulith together.
cilstuew: Whither hast willis withered as he dithered whilst whistling.
Becker: get the f--k out of here you g--d--n f--k--g f-gs.

scene III
Porgot: Methinks I spotted Bonifangith, traveling hither and thither.
Horfgein: Twas the throgth I think you saw, festooned with bobbets and
trinkets the likes of which Bob has never seen.
Bob: Leave me out of this. All I want to do is sit back and enjoy this
cigar before my skin begins to fail. By the way, where'd you put my
pipe and s---per-?
Porth Gedrog: I left it in the --t--d -vo-dv. You'll find it there as
well as all the p-g-ds that I owe you.
        IS THAT MY NEW LIVER!? NO! iT'S...
Becker: I AM MC Beckaar. Line up to recieve your ritual spankings as
well as o--l award.
Brithgras Nlosgthard: That's "Fastiduous Becker" all right.

scene IV
Gutblog: "whilst I alone I am I spam my ham with spam.
Bonifangith: "We are now alone, gutblob.".....
(Becker exits)

scene V
"OOOOOOHHHHHhhhh OOOOOHHH YE- YEESSSSSS....."
(curtain)
END ACT I

ACT II

scene I
No. 2: Let's go to the beach today, Number 1.
No. 1: Good thinking, Number 2!

scene II
no. 3: let us yistud becker and IRNATs Bonifangth!
turfd: but there's no tree in the darkness!

scene IV (or whatever)
Urthblohg: Tis feely bunt, thine hammerfing. And wot thee home to raltch.
Thrinflaph: Truly? Than ask I girtrev sallibutt which way for the drablox doth fall.
Girtrev Sallibutt: Unlike the curmbox, by it's nature drablox does not
in anyway equal "ACTIVE". So, my answer would be "west" and parsley and pint.
Hergrogzmenaif: Funk him, Orizmodiar, for he is bubble rot, and well beaten. For he can sink a clown's arm if his head liked.
Orizmodiar: My cube! My cube! OH MY GOD WHERE'S MY CUBE!
Portrev: Your cube I have deftly hidden in my gorilla.
Orizmodiar: By my herfroteziclog, Becker will pay dearly for this great injustice!

Curtain
somebody exits whilst entering

ACT III

scene I
Lordarthulan: I seek an army of morons and assholes to go on a crusade. I believe the following will suffice if they undergo extreme torture and possible incineration: Henry, Frank, Butros Nilbort, utblohf, cilstuew, Porgot, Horfgein, Bob, Porth Gedrog, Brithgras Nlosgthard, Gutblog, No. 2, No. 1, No. 3, turfd, Urthblohg, Thrinflaph, Girtrev Sallibutt, Hergrogzmenaif, Orizmodiar, Portrev, Orizmodiar. But first I must rid the sand of evil Becker and that meddler Bonifangith. And then I will crown Jose king of the shade!
Becker: You will never get away with this Lordarthulan! I will not let you embark on a crusade to put order into this play. Never will this play leave a shadow of meaning in your toe.
Lordarthulan: But I will create a meaning to this play and nothing can stop me!! he he he ha ha ha ho ho ho...
Bonifangith: NOOOOOOO!!!!!! (bonifangith rips his off his clothes, jumps through the window, crashing through the glass, and keeps running on ahead.)
Lordarthulan: HA*, his futile attempt to restore this play to chaos is utterly worthless.

scene II
Borlatt: Oh boy, checkers! I love to eat the black ones, they taste
just like Jolly Ranchers but only more so! Which brings me to the point
of why Jones is eating my toenails.
Jones: You just sit back and be quiet young man, and let the drills do
their work. If you're extra quiet I'll give you an extra quelling of
cardboard tonight.
utblohf: Stop this at once! This play as of now will make absolutely
perfect sense! Call me Bon, and be sensible!
Borlatt: I'll do no such thing.
utblohf: You're only making this worse on yourself.
Grothblaj: I'll kill you, you greedy bastard!
Jones: Hellooo! Less talk, more toenails please!
utblohf: Look. I'll show you all how to do it. Ahem, hello Henry.
Have they been biting today?
Henry: No, nary a one I'm afraid. But you know how it is, it's not
really the fish that are important, you know. it's sitting back,
relaxing and just taking it easy, know what I mean? But enough about
me, how's by you Bon?
Bon (utblohf): Well, things at the factory really could be better. Had
to lay off twenty yesterday. People think it's the easy life being the
head man, but no one really understand how tough it is to be the boss.
Henry: Well, that's just the way it is. I wonder how many people really
do understand each other.
         (This displeases Pete Blasthwell very much )
Pete Blasthwell: I will bury you in pie crust, fiend!
utblohf: Godammnit! I don't know why I even bother!
Fradddilopsticladfrot!

scene III
Becker: You are a fool Lordarthulan! Have a taste of my toothbrush!
Lordarthulan: I am unstoppable, see, my telepathic and telepathetic
control over Henry and the other fag have begun to bring order
to this debacle of an act.
Butros Nilbort: To Herzoganrath I must go to count grains of Air!
Lordarthulan: F-****%^^%^ck you Nilbort! and follow the path of K!
Butros Nilbort: How was your day today Mr. Becker.
I am ready to receive my ritual o--l award.
Bonifangith (still running)... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh.

scene IV
Herf Grest: My apples whore the cobbler while the gretrog fuilks
gredvard to bilst.
Mr. Mu-Tant: This is a mu-tant! No sir that's paper.
Krotberg: Who's got their hand on my b----? I Most definitely need a
f-r-fg-f h-e-c-sd-.
Bonifangth (running by naked): AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!...
Hluth Popfag: Oh damn, not again...

scene V
Bonifangith: (Still going as he passes the Great Wall of China):
"AAAAAHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Becker: "I have a plan. It shall involve a tub of warm oatmeal
and six of the biggest idiots."
Lordarthulan: "As of now this play has a purpose. Everything
shall make perfect sense. And everyone shall be under my control!"
Flembog slimpod: "I require the need of a doctor."
Krotberg: "I shann't believe the insanity we've been put through
under the hands of Becker and Bonifangith! We must topple them!"
Becker: "Go to hell Krotberg!"
Krotberg: "Okay. after my meal of dirt covered dirt"
Hluth Popfag: "Bonifangith! where art thou headed?"
Becker: "You are a fool Lordarthulan! This will become the most dismal
boring play under your direction. Then people must be under extreme
oppresion. Otherwise nothing good shall come of it all.
Pete Blasthwell, say something stupid!"
Pete Blasthwell: "I will bury you in pie crust, fiend!"
Becker: "You said that already."
Pete Blasthwell: "But now I will bury you in pie crust, Becker! It
makes perfect sense!"
Becker: "Somebody! say something stupid!
Bonifangith (his voice heard over the Tibetan plateau):"s p u t n i k
e q u a l s c o s i n e t h e t a!"
becker: Eureka! you have given me a cause to break a thread over
the hill

End of Act III
(Curtain)

........ 60 year intermission........

ACT IV
THE ORDER

scene I
Bilzorth: Yes, I'd like to order two double cheeseburgers without
cheese, one box of sea-salted pubic hairs, one large order of coke with
ice but hold the coke, and one small packet of pelican-flavored rarebits.
Grothkrot: Mmm.. of your order I will eat three of equal size but not of
equal stature, please.
Pilfrest Boligag: I would like my face served to South Africa in butter
but we no grethgrot.
Lren Tgert: Very well, that all comes out to the price of President Bill
Clinton as well as nine telescopes in change.
Bilzorth: Zut alors! I left my xod in the m--0- l--e-b!

scene II
Bilzorth: ghaak.. ghaaaaakk...   ghgaahhkt... I've got this sea salted pubic hair stuck in my throat. It won't come out! Ghaaaah
Ghhhaaaak...-"
meanwhile...
Bonifangith (still running naked as he passes bahrain) "AAAAHHHHH..."
Becker: HA, my order is complete. Now if Bilzorth will just stop eating all my food!
Lordarthulan: F-bg%- you becker. This play is making more sense than you realize! It has proven that you are a studious scholar of stupid things.
Bonifangith: "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH"
Rothbit T. gratblug: Whilst I drink beer, I shall stand here. (he stands on upside up)
Bonifangith: "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHH AAHH"

The Grand Finale

Part 1
Nirot Swithgrest: Hoary thort, thilk mine extet! Filk thit, cicer rostkolt.
Caius Gotarius: Pour my face, my glass I gladly swallow my air whilst
breathing. This act comsumes 20 hogsheads of blue algae. If the idea
of such things disgraces you, please to polish your own doorknobs during
the act of "gelding".
Mit Nikidt Molaroaitus: What!? You egg!
Bonifangith: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Becker: Oh very well, I will paste thee pagaently with pornography.
Le Petit Prince: S'il vous plait, dessin-moi un mouton.
Nirot Swithgrest: (To Le Petit Prince): You have been shafted.
Ulov Wet^z@3)-: op pop my face goes pop while I opt to stop my pop.
Jose: My beard is now fully erect.
Milligog: Hmmmmmm... Perplexing Poke!
Jose: (Flailing Wildly) JACKASS JACKASS JACKASS JACKASS JACKASS JACKASS
JACKASS JACKASS JACKASS!!!!!!
Dert: I went nothing.

Finale part 2
Thithathiloth: Oh yes, I beat my feet. My sweet beat feet give off heat and meat
Testosticles: Hither I see a conundrum to dither, now I shall wither with her.
Becker: This monstrous atrocity has become an atrocious monstrosity.
Bonifangith: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Fioliap E. Ichoplop: Oh my gob! My brick is red! My brick is red!!!!
Grofwel T^Kq&dest'l: Your brick I have secretly swiped and wiped with the blood of a ptripe.
Becker: Eureka! I have been insiduated with song of the gay!!!
Bonifangith (has made it around the Earth) AAAAA- AH- super perplexing poke!
(He charges Lordarthulan who implodes in an aura of black slime)
Lordarthulan: Jose shall pay dearly for this great injustice! (disappears in a puff of pink smoke)
Becker: Bonifangith! where the b----- g----- did you go?
Bonifangith: I have masterfully hidden in the green throgth.
Jose: Where did I go? Where did I go?!! I lost myself!!!! Where did I go?!!?!?!?$%
Frithgras thlosgram: m------ n------ a------- -----q--- --e-----r y----r-t--d-s-s-s-s -----z z-----.
Dartplog plugfal: I found a wingnut in my Mongolian Goose!!!
Yorifath germgrak: Oh yeah, I found a refrigerator in my sidusian cockroach!!!!!
Reverend Willis Hill: I hereby foretoas Excommunicate you!!!

Finale part 3

Beardo: Wilst I alone am weird, I shave my beard with my ear.
Dr. Robert van Faulk: By popular definition without your beard, you are no longer beardo, but if the grob is not blue or the color of my shoe, then it will only mean the curmbox is active.
Ruffi, Czar of Russia: Czatr Izaveie ZAuieas foishh kjwqeheiuno oieyew iownfo auienp wpmzwmpa wrtpahd!!!!!!
Pufendorf: uguguguguguuguguguguguguguguguguub.
Reverend Willis Hill: You will be executed for this! Who dares to make sense of this here final act?!%
Thithathiloth: You son of bitch! give me my soup!
Grofwel T^Kq&dest'l: That soup will remain locked down until given a full cavity inspection or minor incineration.
Beardo: I can't stand it anymore! the words are killing me, the words are killing me!!!
Thithathiloth: Oblishblot...^^^^^&
Pufendorf: Gesundheit.
Becker: Let this here tale end as it reaches the final bend of the grothblathsend.
Troubadour: (sing-songingly) high diddle diddle the flop and the riddle.
if it was a flop, bonifangith's face went pop
Bonfangith: Oh shut the hell fore I fill your face with small screws and trinkets!@@! u

And The moral of This story is: NOTHING REPRESENTS ANYTHING.

Now get the hell out of here before you have a mental disorder