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He had the faintest recollection of having

  • He had the faintest recollection of having a truly outstanding idea. On his hand was written "asparagus goal priceless". Asparagus goal priceless? What in the hell did that mean?
  • He began to play with the letters and came up with "supercargo sallies galapagos". Maybe Lonesome George sent him a psychic message? George wanted him to ship a mate? From where?
  • Lonesome George's psychic messages always came at the wrong time for Gregarious Greg. Always when Greg was entertaining guests. But "Supercargo sallies Galapagos" could not
  • fail to trigger the post-hypnotic suggestions implanted in Greg's mind by Casey Casem so long ago. In the middle of a cocktail party in his Laguna mansion, Greg turned robotic and
  • tried to hoover everywhere. Greg had been hypnotised as a roomba. He was licking the carpets when his good friend Oliver Tambo walked in. "Welcome to Laguna and take off your shoes
  • and take a seat." Oliver crossed to the desk and started typing. "What are you doing, recording my strange behavior again?" asked Greg. He stood up, pulled a knife and yelled,
  • "Well, butter my butt & call me a biscuit!" At this point Madge, who was studying in the next room, burst through the door & saw Oliver& Greg circling each other with butter knives
  • That became butterflies with purplish coloured wings. These butterflies watched Oliver and Greg as they apologised to Madge. Madge forgave them, as they were alter egos, always at
  • odds with reality. The butterflies formed a ring and lit upon Madge's head as an embarrassingly obvious coronation gesture to mark Madge's forgiving goddesshood. Oliver and Greg
  • heckled at the so-called goddess. Oliver then delivered a rapidfire string of puns in story form. Greg limped with his cane and took some more Vicodin. Madge wasn't bothered by it.

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