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Originally Posted by NormHart
The Finger Wharf is it? Whilst it does not state the reason it was so named I think we can all make the obvious guess and extrapolate as to Adrian's true message to us.
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Ah, well, although I am invisible, I would never have judged myself to be so transparent.
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(What has he done with Marc and his device?)
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'Tis an unexpected
Marc-enabled treat to you all, all lit-up by the flick of a switch. Where is Marc? Why the question? No-one ever asked Marc,
"Where is Adrian?". Hmm, I find everyone's lack of concern for my welfare and whereabouts disturbing. 'Tis almost enough to have one engage with one's psyche's pressure-release, and take to LazyScot's bunker in one's fully-weaponised, burnt orange APC along with my good friends, the sequined and choreographed evil that is the Solid Gold Disco Dancing Pirate Ninja Squirrels.
Alas, inadvertent violence must wait, for I have two dates this evening. The first, not a date, but an opportunity to show obeisance to my Queen, Queen Zelda of the Pastries, and the second to snuggle up affectionately and worshipfully beneath the lovely flailing, world-wasting wrath of DixieGal,
SNACKER OF NATIONS.
Be warned though, that my anger is merely tempered by appointments with adoration, and your disrespect towards me will show LazyScot
no mercy.
[Marc: Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Check 1, 2, many. [screeeeeech] Ew, feedback, sorry. Look...about that switch...can someone AAAARRRRGGHHHHH!!! possibly get to my User Control panel and WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I'M A JET-POWERED BUTTERFLY! maybe switch it back to the BOM-CHIKKA-WAH-WAH! "Marc" setting? You see, Adrian is an imaginary SING TUPPENCE FOR ME GIRLY AND I'LL GIVE YA BACK YER PRETTIES friend, and I'm pretty sure he's meant to be residing THE SPLEENS! THE HORRIBLE SPLEENS! in the back of my mind. I'm also pretty sure that his ability to mutter-grumble-something-about-molluscs speak is not his own, which means he's attached some [ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!ZAP!] jumper leads to my speech centres boogy-oogy-woogy. It's awful smelly in here, and there's way too much stuff about my WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO SHARE MY LOLLIPOP? childhood, private mmm, toenails, arrglll self, abilities I DID A BIG POO!, and personal relationships [sucking sound like the soul being drained from a Loved One's spine via a human/lamprey hybrid's mouth] drawn on the walls in monkey faeces as caricature for my liking Hmm, smells like teen spirit..and shotgun residue. Wait...who's that? What are you doing here? How can you be here? Wait...what? Adrian, put down the Dimensional Displacement Kazoo. You know it doesn't work that way? You'd be cutting off your knows to spite your farce. What do you mean you've modified it? No, I'm not going back there - I hate it. Don't you dare? Don't! If you blow a note, I swear I'll...I'll...I'll [vfvfvfvfvfvweeeeeeeee!]...................]
Hello? Did one of you just turn out the lights for a few seconds? I swear I just saw flashed against my retinas the distinct image of Marc waving a Kazoo at me threateningly with one hand, while pointing the other at a window labelled "BANISHED!". I do hope he's okay. If any of you have hurt him.....!!!
Anyway, I must rush. I'd like to get these canvasses finished before my appointments. They're nearly done. I call them "THE ID WHAT I DID", and they're affectionate recollections of my childhood.
Catch you later, odds and clods,
Adrian