*pikes Locke in the eye*

 

Something about giving up half the light to save money on your car insurance.

 

*reads note again*

 

Oh. You wanted me to poke him in the thigh?

Ah Lemon Meringue, the best of all the pies.

*sends DSage away in a spaceship*

 

Something about discovering daughters on the ninth moon.

 

*thinks back on it*

 

Oh wait, you have to marry them too?

Well, I guess it's out in the open. Can't keep up the charade any longer. I am married to the ninth moon of Jupiter. Her name is Sinope and she likes caramel in her water.

Would this be the correct time to commence the emotion flavour Pity?

Yes, it would seem appropriate for me to taste pity for the rest of you.

Is it good?

Meh.

 

Kind of like marmalade.

 

Or Marmaduke.

*thoughts of Saracens float across brain*