Their Fat Ogre had a rubber chicken to eat. It was a fairly odd exercise, to my grandma, but not to the Ogre, who had decided that it was in fact, sublime. A rubber chicken would be the thing that was opted for.
Their Fat Ogre desperately craved for a block of cheese that they would sometimes put in the bath with him. It would have been a fairly unusual approach to life, to me, but not to the Ogre, who considered that the idea was epic. Honestly, a block of cheese was the item that was opted for.
Their Fat Ogre always carried a bottle of coke that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It would be a fairly unusual idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Ogre, who assumed that it was in fact, entertaining. Strangely, a bottle of coke was the thing that was selected.
Their Fat Ogre desperately needed a sword that they would sometimes sit and look at. This could be considered a fairly exciting suggestion, to my children, but not to the Ogre, who thinks that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sword would be the thing that was chosen.
Their Fat Ogre always had with them a can of coke that they liked to play with. It would have been a different exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Ogre, who feels that the idea was miraculous. Who would have thought, a can of coke was the thing that was opted for.
Their Fat Ogre desperately wanted a can of Dr Pepper that they sometimes put down their trousers. This is certainly a peculiar operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Ogre, who considered it would be spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a can of Dr Pepper is the thing to choose.