Friday 21 September 2012: Armpits
Good morning ! Hello from Gravesend !
Today, technical types are trying to fix my Beam Me Up Scotty Machine, which is broken. If it wasn't broken, I would not let them fix it, no.
"That should do it !" cries one "I have re-routed the whange-wires and reconfigured the Gaussian Inhibulator, let's fire it up and see what happens !"
Yes, alright. Security will stand by.
So ! Here we have a rudimentary mechanical being from goodness knows where.
"What do you want !" demand security "Do you come in peace ? If not, we have ray-guns and strange smokes what will discombobulate and rebobulate you, all in one, how about that !"
"That's not Nice, it says on the tin, in Gravesend you are Nice."
"Oh...er...we will be Nice in due course ! State your business or else !"
"I would..I would like some armpits, please."
"What ? Armpits ?"
"Yes, thank you."
Hmm. This is a conundrum. We will have to consult arcane books. Is it allowed ? We will find out.
Breakfast first, however. Ryvita, probably...
Walk Tall !