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"It's not meant to make sense!" shouted Bob. "This is Wales after all. Who do you think I am, George Dubya?"
 
"I'm neither!" Shouted Bob. "I'm Welsh!!!!"

And then he did something silly. Cos that's what Welsh people do. ;)
 
singing, "There were green aligators and long necked geese some humpy back camels and some chimpanzees, some cats some rats some elephants as sure are you're born but the loveliest of all was the unicorn."..

He also did the handmotions to the song. People thought he was muy odd.
 
This last encounter got Bob so excited that he entirely forgot about catching his train, and he reenacted the whole scene at the Prancing Pony, all the drinking and the singing, Frodo leaping into the air, rolling off the table, the ring slipping on his finger and him vanishing. When he was done, one person clapped politely and tossed some change at his feet, while another man just shook his head and said...
 
"I'll be back!" in him terminater voice. Bob not understanding said, "I'll be beetoven (sp)!" Then the teminator took out his gun and...
 
Instructed Bob in classical dance...

It was Spike Jones, who as we all know used to direct with a revolver... They sang "My Old Flame" with Peter Lorre in the middle of a Casablanca intersection... then Humphrey Bogart was run over by a camel.
 
And suddenly a green guy with little antennae sticking out of his head and wearing a white cloak blew up the moon with an old Soviet nuke. Then all the world's tides went all freaky, and New York City was swallowed under the waves. At that moment a baby was born.
 
Bob used his lucky coin to jump through space and time to see his new baby son. He held little junior in his arms and cried like a whelp. Suddenly the nurse cried out, "But who is the mother?!?!?"

"Mother?" Jr. said. "I thought I was a laboratory creation!"

Bob took no notice of any of this. "I want you to know that whatever alternate dimensions I get thrown into, and not matter how many times I die, I will always have you with me!" he said to Bob Jr. "Um, wait, that came out wrong..."

"What kind of name is Bob?" asked the baby. "I want to be known as the Rubber Duckie of Westmarch! You can call me RDW for short." Jr. winked at the ladies.
 
Then RDW was sued for malpractice when he forcibly took the retainer and buried it, with the puppy, beneath grand central station... that was why Bob broke down and cried a river.
 

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