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 | This is more like it, Bernice. Daryl won't spontaneously teleport to faintly exotic locales without his head lost in a slim black volume of gay porn. Thank God I chose sado-masochistic lesbianism over the dubious fulfillment of sexual reproduction and its attendant wasting conditions. | |
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| Sorry, I am an animatronic companion and cannot process your request. Please hold while I connect you to one of our operators. *I'M BEING FOLLOWED BY A MOON SHADOW, MOON SHADOW, MOON SHA-* Hello this is Tristan, thank you for calling impromptu exotic conversations, what on Earth are we talking about? | |
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| Meanwhile, Daryl's Dutch sojourn with Kenneth was faring poorly... |
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| Sorry Kenneth, I'm just finishing a rivetting chapter of Bleak House by Charles Dickens. I'll look at this whimsically historical landmark when the blood comes back to my head. | |
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| Daryl, this blood and stool sample won't wait forever. | |
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| Shh! Mr Tolkinghorn is giving poor Mr Guppy a devastating character assassination. | |
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| You will never drink a Bloody Mary with confidence again, Daryl. | |
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