I sat in something vaguely reminiscent of

I sat in something vaguely reminiscent of a Teradactyl shedding a snakeskin. "This chair is called Fermenteratmotorsågfisk. A scandinavian design. It's an abtraction of a

whale's bladder, molded into the h-shaped receptacle you see before you." "Hmm, we'll take two." "Very good sir. And here we have a Yakwomit. From Prague. Intricately detailed with

intricate detail, Vernon Floophandle knew he was dealing with a fake. Working on the Antique Road Show allowed him to really jack up the hopes of people and then shatter them.

Vernon Floophandle lived up to his nickname when he sold his late mum's collection of Chinese sedan-chairs. Tzu-shi had been the last one to use them. Mao decided he would use

Tzu-shi's sedan chair to teach the brave fishes living amount the people what to do with the sharks and the British and American sabre rattlers. Mao had it used for kindling on The

Orient Express, which he modified to go off-rails so he could use the cow-catcher on soft talkers. Mao called it his "Super Happy Smile Family Togetherness Campaign". He was psycho

-analyzed and found to be of sound body only, and even then, just barely. But by then, his Super Happy Smile Family Togetherness Campaign had earned Mao a dedicated following, not

anything close to a medal, or an award, but a following nonetheless. If Mao's Mum could only see the amount of happy smiley people who watched his videos, then maybe at last she

would understand that film wasn't just a passing interest; it was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Mao put his head in his hands. But his Mum would