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[bikinuswax]

My schedule's been like gay porn this last week: all these balls at my face (not yours, Shaman), messes to clean up, getting the shaft. Not to mention I don't know what direction I'm facing or who's on top of me or beneath me. I missed an interview with Cold Bread, the Icelandic duo who sing about carbohydrates? Doesn't matter - saves me from

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[naboo_thats_who]

Checked the roof, and all the rooms, couldn't see her. Did she come to the party? I didn't notice her. Perhaps that's what she's for, though.

You're welcome to come round and check, if you want. Could show you a little whizz-bang at the same time, if you're inclined.

[bikinuswax]

Your going to show me whizz and bang? How can I refuse. Got anything that will having me seeing around corners?

[naboo_thats_who]

A mirror?

[bikinuswax]

Gonna make me work for it, are you?

[well_bum]

Porn and the Bible? Must be Sunday in everyone's lives. Nice one.

Bum about your assistant, yeah? Well Sancho Panza.

[bikinuswax]

Naboo didn't have her. And since you didn't even come to my little party I guess she's not with you. What's a girl on the go to do?

[well_bum]

Haven't ever seen her.

Maybe Naboo put a spell on her and forgot about it? Maybe your crew tidied her up along with the left-over party? Maybe she's just spazed out on you.

Tough gig, yeah? I'd offer to help but going to work isn't really my scene.

[bikinuswax]

Who knows? Maybe no one ever will. A mystery for ever and ever, none better.

I can almost picture you as my slave but not really in the coffee-fetching way.