Tales From The Morgue xx-xx-xx Elmer And The Book Of

M&J Audio Theater presents Chet Chetters Tales from the Moorg. Never mind the water, just come right in, just go wait on through and have a seat. My name is Chet Chetter.

I am the more Tiv-dun-dun-d, licensed in baw-d. Unfortunately, I'm not a plumber. You see our old rusty pipes just gave out on us last night, so the floor is full of water. It looks like the rats could not adapt to their marine-like environment.

Many of them have drowned, you know. Now, a story to tell is, it looks like one learned to swim. It's a vie for a little bit, you know. Yes, now, there was a high. Ah, yes, yes.

Yes, we're returning to Biloxi today. Yeah. Mr. El McCorn, that manure hauling adventurer, is out of his backyard, feeding the pigs. Alright, now look here. Don't chew off each other's ears. There's plenty of rotten tomatoes rolling.

And yeah. Look here now. Look here now, don't waller in that you eat that. I sworn to good. They say pigs is the cleanest animals around it. I bound you, they never seen the likes of you.

That lorley bird sounds close. Huh. It ain't hardly been no closer, it's landing in my past. I see a lot of the others coming out of that thing. Huh. Dress to the knives. Shiny brand new leather shoes.

Oh, that tall one just stepped in a fresh cow, baby, too. Howdy fellers. Hello. Did you lose your way? Well, if intelligence is correct, this should be the home of Elmore Corn. Intelligence? Uh, well, sir, you got it right.

You found it. Did I win something? I'm afraid not, Mr. Corn. I represent the state of Otto J. Williamsburg. Huh. Perhaps you've heard of the name. Otto Williamsburg. D'awg, ain't that that multi-billionaire footbought that of Florida?