Silliness

Ogr81 strode proudly at last to the speakers corner podium (HA! There's a funny word! Podium...sounds like an metal alloy for poor people! HA! Or some kinda element ore soemthin'. HA! Or....or....(Get on with it, you're wasting internet ink!)) and looked at the crowd that was gathered. Clearing his throat, he began nervously:

"I'm no computer genius, but is it important if dogs go to heaven..."
Suddenly a crack in the space/time continuum opens before him like aluminum foil on a filling, (aluminum...hehe...is there an alumaxim....) and Marvin the Manic Depressant Robot rolls into the reality totally ignoring all copyrights. "Oh great one," he drones unenthusiastically, "another metephorical part. Here I am, with the brain the size of a planet...."
Seeing his five minutes of fame fleeting before him, Ogr81 tries to regain the audience. "Seriously people, listen! I can't talk much longer! I blew a tire trying to get here and boy do my lips hurt!"
"...and I get cast into a mediocre role where I have to drone on and on about movies and ticks..."
"I mean," Ogr81 shouted louder, despite all those in attendance were riveted to the anamoly (Anamoly! HA!) "If you're a dog then of course..."
"and endless eternal dribble." Pleased those at the speakers
corner were paying attention to his complaints, he ignored the rantings of the insignificant being hopping about madly behind him and continued. "You know what they use the biggest part of brain for?..."
"If you're a dog then of course you would want to get on-line.
Oooops. Ignore that part! I got it wrong. If you're a dog..." Ogr81 knew he had lost all hopes of getting his five minutes, and sat deflated.
"Dirty pictures. I would cringe if I were mechanically inclined
so. They have vast frontiers to explore, yet they poke about pictures of orifices and fatty flesh like coyotes carrying on around carrion. "
Hearing the mention of a species cannus (cannus, there's a weird one...what's that, the national anthem for the people of the east coast of Canada when they have enough stamps for the pogey dole), a spark rekindles in Ogr81 where his desire to expound his magnaminous ideas burned fervently. "Yes!" He jumps up and shouts. "Dogs! Heaven!"
The words spewed out fragmentally, (Fragmentally....sounds like someone with a heavy quake2 addiction) and he struggled inwardly to organize the thoughts into a logical order.
"Only the carrion the coyotes are coveting isn't even meat, it's only spam...."
A voice with a middle-aged female British accent from within the crowd protested, "What do you have against spam! It's good for you! It's all spongy like mad cow brains now, you know." The last part, the ratbag said to her friend beside her. "Oooo," her friend responded happily. "Fancy that."
"Oh, don't tell me about spam," Marvin complained, "my entire
Internal Diodistic Inputtable Objectiumabob Thingerist Binarario
Unixitron Zaphodial Zippididoohicky Wankankerous Orbitationistic Radadio Driver is imbued in spam."
Ogr81 took the slight break to jump in enthusiacally. "In an
infinate medium we can..."
"This is boring," one ratbag said to the other. "Let's go to the stoning."
"Yeah," the other agreed and they trod off as animation over
cartoon hills against a plain blue cardboard sky.
"Who they gonna stone today Ratbag1," Ratbag2 asked.
"Watch it! We're only bit parts. If I answer that, our parts will be over and they'll stop animating us."
"Oooo, good point. It's a good thing you noticed the names or
we'ld be done for"
They go up and down hills while the sun quickly sets. The moon
rises just as quickly, smiling slying as the man in the moon is wont
to do. Suddenly it opens its' mouth expansively and takes a good chomp out of the hillside. The ratbags freeze in horror, scream, turn and scurry the other way. The moon ducks behind the horizon and comes up the other side. As it opens its' mouth wide to take another bite of the landscape, the ratbags scream, turn and scurry another direction. Even quicker, the moon appears before them and takes a chomp out of the landscape as they turn and run. The action is excelerated frantically until there is only a small clump of ground around them. The moon opens
it's mouth wide to finally swollow them up.
"Quick! The line! Who are they stoning today?" Ratbag2 exclaims in a panic.
"Oh! Oh!" Ratbag 2 struggles in a frenzy as she tries to remember her line. Just as the mouth closes on them she exclaims, "Someone who said Jehov