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07/03/06
Song 3, Lyric 3 - My generation. Christophé and Chanél roamed around the Earth looking for food and fur coats for the winter. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be much around. So Christophé decided to take matters into his own hands. He started work on a shopping centre in which to buy things. Conveniently forgetting there were no things to buy. Soon after, a lump started to grow on Chanél’s stomach. Christophé got pretty worried, especially about nine months later when the lump had got very big. Imagine their surprise when out popped two mini humans. “What on Earth is going on?” said Christophé, inadvertently coining a phrase. “It must be something to do with that time you ‘fell on top of me’. When we do that, it makes more of us.” replied Chanél, getting it spot on as usual. And so Chanél and Christophé were blessed with two daughters. They were named Chelsea and Cheryl; thus in keeping with the whole ‘Ch’ thing. But they knew they needed more if they were to continue building shopping centres. And unfortunately in later years that would mean incest... After about five years of learning how to walk and talk, the two daughters took it upon themselves to create human life in a lab rather than have to sleep with a hypothetical brother. Or even worse – their own dad... One day, Chelsea left her lab of sticks and mud unattended. Cheryl tripped over a nearby stone and accidentally knocked over a petri dish of cells, somehow splitting some mushy stuff. These things grew over a period of time and human life was created. Probably. Which brings the Book of Phil Collins to an end. |