Squinky, write me back on this page.
How are you? (skip line)
Squinky: I am groovy! I love
this pyscho-jello ink. It's a totally far out experience.
Writing in yellow ink, I meant. *
It's pretty groovy isn't it? Much neater than black ink but oh
well. Skip no more lines. Not needed.
Squinky: Now it's like a banana,
or else something equally mind-boggling as to its pertinence where
Micky Dolenz is concerned.
Dort: You think
its pertinence to Micky Dolenz is mind-boggling? Au contraire! I
think it's quite simple. Obviously your mind has not grasped the
extraordinary apparence of it.
Squinky: You know what I was thinking
about? There's this guy in the FP whose screen name was POOKIE687910
or something, but he got sick of it, so he changed it to Kev10198672358769321
or something just as grotesque. Maybe I should have a rule in the FP
that you must have fewer than 4 numbers in your screen name to qualify for
pretty groovy to me. But some people may see it as a discriminatory
move. Gus 143 told me I sound like a 23-year-old :)
Squinky: I think you sound kind
of like a trombone.
he meant the "way I use words" my voice itself sounds like a wretched cross
between little orphan Annie and Cher.
Squinky: Yeeellooow bird.....up
high in banana tree.......
Dort: You look
like me, yada yada, you don't do drugs and you won't be quite so high in
the banana tree...
Squinky: Pyschedeelllliccc!!! Freakout
Me-e-e-e-rry Christmas, boys and girls! Have you been naughty
or nice? Santa accepts cookie bribes! Ho! Ho! Ho! Bob Dole only
Squinky: Squinky accepts check,
cash, money order, COD's, or small countries.
Squinky: I can give you a VCR and
some illegal immigrants willing to be house servants for it. What do
Jojo'd like it if he weren't dead.
Squinky: Wait, I changed my mind.
You can only have them if you throw in a parrot and a free dinner at
Dort: But you
have to go to war next month.
Squinky: I don't want to go, man.
It's a stone drag. Maybe if I give the President the land title
to the United Arab Emirates, he'll "forget" to draft me. Wink, wink,
aren't I wacky.
man. I wish I had Squinky's power. That's where it's
Squinky: "Like jumping off a bridge,"
he thought numbly to himself before the mechanical, instinctive peace and
silence overpowered his thoughts.
knew what to make of it, this strange entity which seemed to have settled
in. They knew it would bring the end of their way of life, but no one
seemed to care...No one, that is, except Nistor. The first words uttered
at all since the presence arrived were Nistor's, in fact: "This is
Squinky: Black and yellow you,
like banana too, they might pick you someday.....
Dort: It was
the best of times, it was the worst of times...
Squinky: Luke looked up through
the canopy and smiled. But his smile faded as he turned back to the
targeting visor. There was a tickling in his head.
hee!" he giggled. "Luke, trust me!" the tickle [in his head]
requested. "Teehee! be quiet in there!" Luke bubbled like an overjoyous
kindergartner with a brand new dolly what wears a pink dress.
Squinky: Peter believes me! I'm
so special. (He doesn't believe the tickle in Luke's head, and rightly
laff* that's real funny! Tell me more! *laff laff
Squinky: Okay, did you hear the
one about the tap-dancing salamander?
me about that!
Squinky: I can't.
Dort: You can't
tell me that?
Squinky: I can't tell you that.
make you a big ST*A*R!
No, I still can't tell you.
Squinky: You guessed!!
Dort: I'm writing
this line twice.
I'm writing this line
Squinky: What, senior citizens
visiting their grandparents? *giggle* *snork* HAHAHAHA
Squinky: Both of them?
Bug the Dickens out of them.
Squinky: Have you gotten to the
part with the wise old camel yet?
I hope I never do.
Squinky: Oh. It's my favourite
Dort: Oh. I
shall now eat my words, sautee'd
Squinky: Yeeeelllloow bird.....you
sit all alone like me......
for bed best
Time for bed worst
Squinky: "This dog isn't mean at