Don’t you hate when you’re going along, having a perfectly good conversation, and say something flippantly extravagant that suddenly makes your brain click over and reveal a previously hidden pile of plotbunnies?

Do you have a phone I can text if I am suddenly descended upon by a troupe of vaudevillean wildebeest and carried off on an epic tour of Grand Olde Europe, forced to knit amigurumi before a chainsmoking audience for an hour at a time and allowed but the briefest periods of respite in my multicolored silk tent before rising to bravely fend off the uncouth advances of a Prussian llama-trainer named Gvordiko?

Yyyyyyyeah.

Dammit Gvordiko, why you gotta be like that?

-B