Jamal complemented the emotions on his sleeves

Jamal complemented the emotions on his sleeves with thoughts on his lapel. “I think ‘woodpecker’ is a compound double-entendre,” read a large lapel pin. His cufflinks conveyed

his philosophy. The left one read "Right is might" & the right one red "Left undone not a one". Jamal's girlfriend Janice tried to get through to him & wore a t-shirt printed with

slid onto his lap and started signing "Hungry Eyes", making a parody and singing softly in my ear "Hungry Thighs, one look at you and I can't disguise, I've got hungry thighs,

"I leapt into action & slathered her hungry thighs with chicken korma, basmati rice & lime pickle. With tiny sighs & suckling noises her thighs ingested the curry through its pores

." He paused, his eyes darkening at the memory of his last sweet taste of India. "And the rest is history," he finished lamely. He was a horrible storyteller. "But where did she go

to have her taxes done?" asked his sleepy accountant. "Now now," he cooed, smiling. He tucked the tuckered accountant in, turned off the light, and blocked off the igloo entrance.

Sargent Preston, Mountie of the Canadian Revenue Agency, knew that the accountant's icy death was no accident. "The igloo was sealed, FROM THE OUTSIDE!"

Eskimo Joe seemed troubled by this news. As the only one at the scene with knowledge of igloo building, all signs pointed to him being Margaret Moonlight's killer. He was utterly

floored by the revelation. The only thing left to do now, the only thing that made sense, would be to torch the whole village, everyone living there, and all signs of existance...