"Emphatically!" he cried, his navel frowning in delight. I knew he meant it, as the hamster that lives in my coffin told me the code word "Ghirlash" which meant that of course he was right.
But then again, nobody ever asked me about prunes, which saddens me, as I am a renowned expert on the subject. Studied at Gliffa University, the world leader in prunes, while I was in my "dairy" stage. Don't even ask me about that.
But back to our story.
The man which I have reffered to in past correspondences, which is defined by the first paragraph on this page, had begin to vibrate violently, which often is a bad sign.
In this case, very bad.
He imploded stealthily, leaving nothing behind except for a tangerine. Shaken, not stirred. As most go. So I recovered the artifact, which I gingerly ate, which happened to reduce my brain power to zero, and make my sentences unnaturally long. Good thing I needed none nor neither of the following ingredients:
Sausage (mulberry)
Bread (over easy)
Fried chihuhauhas
Peppermints--
Hey! I do need peppermints! What a catastrophic chicken, I said to myself, as my four remaining ears began to sing.
11/29/1991, by Thanatos Jones