I, Cowardly Castle
As a gargoyle, I, Cowardly Castle, untook pegging seriously.
Instruments! A turn, and your tame daring contestant, no one will keep. Cheddar tango? Gawking, lots on the line, Atlas menacingly shrugged off, alas, the spammers' jackpot.
Best con artists for the game of living artfully dodging the powers of cause and effect? Ding! Messing sooty treks up, gratis! Suitingly, enclosed forever, the pirate is here, I'm beaming up you!
This was made by spoons under the guidance of another being sometimes depicted as a giggling monster in France. This is imprecise. On the premise, that is, that the premises are implied to be suited for that. The least suited place known is also the last in which this text will be read.