Oogdiblok the Fiercely Flatulent surveyed the plodding masses, scowling. Urgdup, his counselor, knew this meant nothing since the stinky leader always scowled unless he was angry.
“Fmouglisk oog digump,” Urgdup warned.
Sighing, Oogdiblok replied, “Gurdonk.” He blew a raspberry with his fat lips, dismissing his counselor. His expression did not lighten until Fmouglisk oozed in.
She was upset. Oogdiblok knew this by the radiant smile she wore. “Eekdi homespank murgle!” she screeched.
He smiled and winked. He knew he’d started without her. Next time, he resolved, she wouldn’t be allowed to watch The Parade of Ogre Nations at all.
Homfmougliskmurglespank.
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😀 Wait… did you just curse at me?
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Have you based this on the Trump inauguration?
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No people politics here, Geoff. 🙂
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Good!
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Schaascgefredschlmtz!
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I’m getting so many delighted responses to this prompt! 😀
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Eetiz ilayriyus 😀
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What have I started? 🙂
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Haha 😀
I hope you got the encrypted message, though.
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😉 I should have been clever like that; alas, I was intentionally typing nonsense.
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Ha, ha! I’m delighting in the parade of garbled responses to your clever flash. Not sure I ever want to meet the “Fiercely Flatulent” leader! Does bear some resemblance to a certain garbled leader.
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Many leaders have commanding characteristics but hopefully not flatulence.
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