The walking gravestone.
The guy with a flipper for a hand.
Pouts M’gee.
How does one scheme, do they frill their fingers together in an ongoing flutter.
Touch an ear, nod of the head, little glint to the eye or glint of kinda of like the cheekbone,
or is it a pull of the ear, scratch to the head,
touch of the nose, to the side of above.
A nod to the side,
hand behind the back, stimming or just the eyes and face matching someone else’s you seen before like a mask.
Index finger to thumb?
Sitting which leg what way and why…
Scratch of the neck…
Which one do you see at the table sir all the time.
Or is it a reiterative “Bro, don’t you know how big I am”
When was the Carnegie Mellon Bank corrupted as a trust for the data pertaining to scanning regarding the transport of melons for this watermelon orbit of can’t I put her in my belly and get her down to four tube, one for the …, two for the …., three for the ….__~~~*, magik.
They didn’t know the magic of the what was the bridge before the carnival cruise ship corrupted the Mellon bank due to a “clerical err” changing the funding that was the world of spice transport and those other acrobats into what kind of hellish dream scape is that.
Who are the other characters…
hmm. alot of ohm.