Is it the blurb from Robert Rankin's next novel?

You're right, it does taste funny.

The first theories were that they reproduced by thought alone, and that their offspring simply began their existence in the ship's biscuits. However, a careful examination proved that there were no air bubbles big enough in the biscuits for them to emerge. The accepted theory these days is that they are not organic at all, but rather created by unemployed minors and smuggled below by crew members who have been hypnotised by our Nemisis, the great McKenna.

'But where is the threat!' I hear you cry. Well, it is everywhere. The Mole, once our ally, has signed a treaty with these beasts and refuses to answer my text messages.

Terry is a Jew, many of his kind eat a type of translucent mush known as 'apple'.
These are pictures of Terry we recieved from a reliable source.
This is what we're up against.
"Play something I know, like snap or Bridge"
he squeals, his malty arms swinging dangerously towards one of his own young.

This was found scrawled into the engine of a Wagon, which was a vehicle they used for breathing.
"Then of course there was Charles, oh my darling Charles. He was my fifth, and most beautiful child. He died tragically yesterday when his cot went belly-up in a puddle. We made him into a shoe, but it was too big for anyone so we binned it."

Well, I ran out of ideas by the end of the first post but that's my effort at incoherent rambling with a loose theme. The drink drives me you see.
Nobody cabable of spawning young has ever made me laugh (on purpose).

>Is it the blurb from Robert Rankin's next novel?

I've seen the Brentford Griffin. You can, too, if you drink 12 pints of ESB.

>Terry is a Jew,

No, no. Terry *and* *June*.

'The Things from Above' is the perfect title for a spoof HP Lovecraft story.

You definitely have something there Mr Lamb of God.

"I'm hungry. Get me a turkey on rye. Forget the turkey, I'll just take the rye."
"I've got a quart of rye."
"You have?"
"Yeah, I gotta quart-a-rye trousers."