Long-winded sentences began almost as soon as the story of whatever this is about began, and so Ted had to list his long interests in automobiles and junk and in fact in huge piles of dross piled in varying states of disambigousity remembering the 1950s McCartney witchhunts that proved that Americans are idiots.
I can never remember why the people that invented English laugh so much at the people that have finally achieved their real niche in life, though their being laughed at by 8-year old Brits is probably that niche.
People claimed Ted lived in a sheltered world where 'terrorists' are Nigerian children sitting silently on planes in Detroit and about as terrorising as Ted 'Support the IRA now!' Kennedy. Luckily Americans are smart. Or not smart.
We droned on about cars and imported words our imaginations ran to intelligence but decided not to and decided to fill this place up with drivel that a 10 year-old child would find boring.
Then we went to America and founded the USA. The rest is a lack of history.
Part 666 follows soon, soon just as soon as it's' writers invent their own country and humour and invent the banjolele, that vertitable drone that drones on and on like that meritable drone that the USA fires daily into Pakistan to mass-murder civilians, the dumbest morons in the world. Not Pakistanis, at least they speak English correctibly.