himbleful of Worthless Wiecky's blood I poured into the big, big ocean
of sewerage he trails behind him, but you detected it! You'd have done
well under the Roman Empire.

I once had some piranha; flew them all the way from South America in
my plane in a glass case full of water. They gave my staff, all
female, the absolute willies. One of the more snobbish, now the wife
of an earl, flew home commercial, probably the only time in her life
that she saw the inside of a commercial plane, so as not to share
space with the cute little snappers; she still mentions that
experience with a delicate shudder every time she sees me. I kept them
in my pool until they ate too many of the neighbours' pets and the
police started parking a car outside my gates with binoculars in the
hope of catching me feeding the piranha something cuddly, then I gave
them to the zoo in return for dentistry for my chimp, Little Andre.

Stick around, Valve; in a while we'll be able to swap puns on anaemia,
and exchange learned notes on greco-romans exceptions to the compound
letters, and generally show off in the intermissions between the
carving up of Witless Wiecky. He's too thick. too full of himself to
have the brains to run and stay clear of me.

Andre Jute
No real corpses were harmed in the assembly of my golem Worthless
Wieckless. I made him by stuffing a cow's bladder with pig offal. --
CE Statement of Conformity