Mrs. W found him on the steps of her porch.

Mrs. W found him on the steps of her porch. He said his name was Henry and he had nowhere to stay. Mrs. W said he could stay in the 3rd floor of her house, but she didn't tell her

Aunt Bertie who was the Madame of a brothel she ran on the 2nd floor of her House. The 4th floor was occupied by Mr Tibnus and his cats, the 5th floor was occupied by the O'Malley

wins Herbert & Herbert. The 6th floor was occupied by decrepit Mr. Nester who hadn't paid his rent in several months. The 7th floor tennant had moved out due to the smell. The 8th

floor tenant had rented out floors 9 & 10 and demolished them to make room for an End of the World Celebration. But the party-goers were put off by Mr. Nester's odor from the 6th

dimension. During the demolishing works in fact, a careless worker had opened a portal to Mr. Nester's bedroom in the YX22 universe. Everyone could have been saved, but the putrid

smell emanating from this intergalactic neighbor's bedroom was like a marathon runner's socks that had been washed in roquefort cheese and left in Jabba the Hutt's lunchbox for 2

point b. Point a being the airport, point b being the airport as well. He hadn't mastered this broadening himself by seeing the world. He hated abroad. Johnny Foreigner was bloody

well right. He was bloody well right to say. So Johnny Foreigner stopped listening to other people, completely. This made his wife

rather impertinent, but he wiggled his moustache, stabbed her in the cerebral temple with a screwdriver, then returned to his sandwich. "I'm having roast beef," he insisted.