Certain clandestine embassies to the purpose having recently been undertaken, and favourable auguries having been sought and obtained concerning coastal clarity and related circumlocutions, Mr Crass Cheseham presently saw fit to pay a visit to the Mangotsfield residence of Mr Don Quicksotte and Miss Minerva Ledwitch. —
Herod, Mr Crass Cheseham, Don Quicksotte
“Like,” said Mr Crass Cheseham, “like it’s like fuckin’ like fuckin’, like I like mean like fuckin’,” from which his host uncannily deduced a partiality for builder’s tea leavened with milk from a plastic carton and four or five teaspoons of that bleached muck which, for some reason entirely opaque to Mr Don Quicksotte, the proles preferred rather than the natural organic gluten-free molasses from the Bolivaristos Collectivos de Caracas, sourced by Mr Don Quicksotte and Miss Minerva Ledwitch at ruinous expense from the Fucking Organic Hippy Supermarket at the bottom of Ashley Hill. —
Bolivaristos Collectivos de Caracas
While Mr Don Quicksotte scurried off to see to the tay, Mr Crass Cheseham wasted no time in disrobing, and was vey soon afterwards to be observed lowering himself into the foaming tides of Charybdis, where he came to rest in vey close proximity to Miss Minerva Ledwitch. That lady did not take kindly to the disruption, immediately venting certain expostulations which when taken together signified dissent from the proposed arrangements. —
Charybdis (Mangotsfield)
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