Our hero spent the last 2 minutes trying to think himself into the persona of a pot plant
to avoid detection and grisly death.
Look “I am a geranium! I am a geranium! I am a geranium!”
He said ... I can frighten away mosquitoes,
I make a passable addition to salads and…
I have never been up Morrissey’s bottom.
Leave that to the Gladys the gladioli.
At that moment a hairy brown monstrous arm smashed through the ceiling and attempted to crush our hero like a ripe plum would be squashed between the thighs of an Austrian lady downhill skier…
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Austrian ladies are cold and fascinating...see them in a Xmas Market around Vienna and you'll keep that image for quite a while.
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