Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits On a lurgid bee That mordiously hath bitled out Its earted jurtles Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts And living glupules frart and slipulate Like jowling meated liverslime Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes And hooptiously drangle me With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon See if I don't. WINNER! Ziekke, I'll PM you a code.
I looked up as i didnt know it and its the one from hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. When was that a game?? (maybe im wrong with the race)
Vogons are the guys in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy who were commissioned to destroy earth to make way for an intergalactic highway And they love poetry