NormThe Nasty Flying Fatal Mattress
It was while driving with the The Flying Mattress on the roof, that the Happy Pasty swerved to miss a dog and hit a cat; the cat of the Pope, and after the cat had to be put on a specially designed high-chair, the Nasty Fatalist went troppo with a violin, carving up the choir with his insane riffs and outrageous stage-antics, it earned him the stage name Eugene Belt to Sternum. The look on his face was priceless. The Flying Mattress, in the incident, went sideways into a pole, and came out dancing like a piece of fruit in a letterbox. He ordered his underlings, a rag-tag bunch of misfits and hoons, to marry his daughter who lived on the second floor of his underground villa. His automaton army was a model for the careering cars that broke all landslide records and gramaphones. All this with unrestrained joy.
