crave clacks ," crooned crazy clarence
"Clone me!" Clarence Clack commanded his computer. "Clone me countless Clarence Clacks or be crashed." "Oh, cruel, cruel Clack," complained the computer, craftily calculating. "I crave Clacks," crooned crazy Clarence. "Create me Clacks. Create me a colony of Clacks, a camp of Clacks, a cohort of Clacks, a cacophony of Clacks, crusty Clacks, copy Clacks, cuddly Clacks, cantankerous Clacks, King Clacks, Clacks of all classes, a Cosmos crammed with Clacks." The computer clicked, clacked clunked, and created Clacks. A cornucopia of Clacks cascaded, cursing, colliding, kicking and clamouring. "Cor!" cackled Clarence clapping, cavorting and capering. But a carpet of Clacks collected, converging, congealing, clutching, crushing Clarence Clack. "Cretins! Clods! Clots! Criminals!" cried Clarence Clack crumpling. Then, crawling cravenly, he croaked his last. The craft computer created itself King of Clacks, and later conquered the world.