. . I think I'd better warn you of something." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "What's that?" These filthy . . . h-humans . . . they're not going ...to let you . . . let you keep me." "How's that, you say?" "I heard them. They're calling the police . . . and . . . and . . . Special Projects. The men in white c-coats will c-come to take me . . . take me away . . . for experiments . . . torturous experiments! You see: I'm a . . . a Fannyjandrum." "So I'd already guessed." "Well . . . if you want. ”Japanese tourist : “Fluck you too, European!”There was a musican called Gager Who, as the result of a wager, Consented to fart The whole oboe part Of Mozart’s Quartet in F majorI was reading an article on Gandhi recently. I never realised that he had very bad breath. Also, he had huge callouses on his feet because he never wore shoes. And his general health was very bad.In fact, you could say he was a super-calloused fragile mystic cursed by halitosis.Have you heard the one about the agnostic. But what don’t we have? Political power. Pay equality, executive level presence.”Vanessa said, “Being heard is good. Having a seat at the table is better.”Walker and Hobo wisely stayed out of the way. Let us girls get it off our chests.Pilar had the final word, “I’m still glad those cocksuckers are suffering.”I was driving Gertie to Harold’s. Again. She doesn’t drive, doesn’t own a car. Never has. A lot of people in New York are that away.I didn’t mind, but I teased her anyway, “We’re spending. I bet if I ran my finger through it, it would feel amazing. It’s just long enough to pull. My face reddens at the waywardness of my thoughts. “You know,” he whispers hoarsely, “some people would just say thank you.” I can’t say ANYTHING! I can’t move. I will myself to say something, do something. I’m a freaking statue… Urgh!!! His eyes narrow at me, but I still can’t do anything. Am I dead? “Well, if that’s the way you’re going to act, I’m sorry I helped you,” he almost growls. The sound of.