You’re sure I won’t be disturbing you?
You are the sole proprietor and owner of the Whizzo Chocolate Company?
And keep the noise down, please! Those possessed by devils, try and keep them under control a bit, can’t you? All right. Now, those with gifts come forward, please. Incurables, you’ll just have to wait for a few minutes.
You’re absolutely sure I won’t be disturbing you?
If I may begin at the beginning. First, there is the Cherry Fondue. Now this is extremely nasty… but we can’t prosecute you for that.
Good. Because I don’t want to disturb you. Specially as you’re being so kind about me not disturbing you.
No welcome could be more heartfelt than that which I am sure you’ll all want to join with me in giving this great showbiz stiff!
Good, so I can go ahead and join you then? Can I?
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given by Svenge–her brother-in-law–an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”.
Good, good. You’re very kind. A lot of people are far less understanding than you are. A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing.
Where’s the pleasure in that? When people pop a nice little choccie in their mouths, they don’t expect to have their cheeks pierced!
In any case, it is an inadequate description of the sweetmeat. I shall have to ask you to accompany me to the station.
Regards,
Shodan
No, absolutely, absolutely, that’s what I always say. But you’d be amazed at the number of people who really don’t want me - I mean, even doing* this* gets people looking at me in the most extraordinary way.
Hey, Vance!
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I knew I’d disturb you … I knew I’d disturb you … It always happens … whenever I’ve found someone I really think I’m going to be able to get on with…
Well, no, no, provided I get a good liftoff and maybe a gust of breeze over the French coast, I shall be jumping into the centre of Calais itself.
I’ve come for some free repetition of doubtful words on an inland telegram.
Er, oh, eleven foot six inches at Motspur Park on July 22nd. Er, but I have done nearly twelve feet unofficially.
Last year you were the subject of controversy when you grafted a pederast onto an Anglican bishop.
Regards,
Shodan