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