A play in one act.
Location: Mig’s home office.
Mig: [Talking on telephone, picking at navel absentmindedly, pulls out feather.] “WTF???”
Person on phone: “Bzzbzzbszz??”
Mig: [holds up feather in question] “I just pulled out a… never mind.”
[The end.]
I put it there.
now *that’s* a scary thought.
That I could sneak into Austria and plant a feather in your bellybutton, or that I thought to claim responsibility?
Maybe I paid off Gamma to do it…
More the former, although the latter is also interesting. I was just visualizing you sneaking into my house at night, planting that feather in my navel, and it creeped me out.
(Nothing personal, Andrea!!!!!)
I have been told I’m a bit of a freak, so maybe it should be personal… heh.
Next time I’ll ask Gamma to put a groundnut there… or a modem.
Cable!
Tell her cable!