Henderson rose from the chair, advanced to the center of the room, paused, thrust his right leg forward, and stood stock still for a time balanced in this peculiar manner.
‘I do this sometimes,’ he said before he returned to the chair.
His guests departed rapidly.
Peaches Lamborghini delicately slipped the dagger between the ribs of the umbrella.
Loon: Today for the 3 question interview we have a distinguished looking bearded gentleman, a Mister Charles Darwin, I am informed. Tell me, Mr. Darwin, are those boots comfortable?
Darwin’s ghost: To be forthright, they are slightly snug.
Loon: Following up on that, have you ever spilled honey onto your beard?
Darwin’s ghost: You are remarkable, sir. Honey in my beard is quite the next thing to a daily occurrence.
Loon: And finally, are lemons your favorite fruit?
Darwin’s ghost: No.
Loon: Thank you. Come back next week when we’ll probe the depths of yet another famous ghost.
(Loon strolls off. Darwin evolves through wall.)
What can I say? He had a strict cook. No dessert if you don’t finish your vegetables.
JP glowers because:
a. he can’t have dessert because he didn’t eat his broccoli.
b. the minion he’s staring at brought the wrong gold plated mustache comb.
c. he’s just been told wealth is not all giggles and pranks.
d. no matter how much his heart yearns for it, he can’t unilaterally ban the accordion.