It was a dark and stormy night when Adolph and his brother had a meeting. The meeting was about nothing in particular, in fact it went something like this.
Adolph: "How's it going brother?" Brother: "Fine. How's it going with you?" Adolph: "Okay." Brother: "Well that sure was a quick meeting, wasn't it?" Adolph: "Yes, it was, see you again next week."
And that was it, the meeting between Adoplh and his brother, whose name is to be determined later on in this story.
Actually to tell you the truth, Adolph doesn't even have a brother. The part of Adolph's brother was played by his puppet, Snill. Now if we really want to clear the slate, I guess I could tell you that his real name isn't Adolph, it's actually Ethan. He just likes the name Adolph, therefore he tries to get me to say his name is Adolph. Up until now though, I've never done it. I wonder what got into me? Anyways, on with the stroy.
Ethan was in this church, he lives there you see. He isn't really supposed to live there he just does because he has no other place to go. Now let's all say "Awwwwwwww, poor Ethan." That was very good, assuming of course that you did it. I'm sure his heart is bursting with pride. Ethan lived in this little church which was deserted, it didn't even have a parsih anymore. This made it the perfect hideout for Ethan, not that he was a criminal, or anything, because he wasn't. He was nothing but a bank teller who was fired because one of his friends came in and asked for a rather large sum of money and Ethan gave it to them. So I must admit that Ethan is not that bright a character, unless you count the fact that all of his clothes are neon green.
Why do I even bother lying to you people. Once again, I'm sorry to announce that Ethan is not this fellow's real name, his name is Jack. Worse than that he's not a bank teller, does not live in a church, and especially does not wear neon green clothes. If he ever heard that this time I put him in neon neon clothes, he'd kill me. After all, he blows up about the smallest little details. You should have seen his face when I told him that he was a female stripper the other day.
I'm sorry, I really must kick this habit of lying about all my leading characters. I'm terribly sorry, I hope you'll forgive me. Shall we try again, or are you sick and tired of my lying. You are, oh well that's too bad. I guess I'll just have to learn to tell the truth, either that or not let you know that I'm lying. I guess it's off to the shackles for me, well no. Ah, I can't atop, somebody help, please?