Not Only in the Afterglow

When the chocolates arrived, we were all ecstatic! Ho! The chocolates are here! Yip-yeep-yoop-yup-yurp! As such and as such things we did declare that afternoon, wired as we were.

Alan stole a catamaran from the Westside and decided that we were not to have those chocolates purloined from the badger who had hitherto scuttled into a darkened nest of someone somewhere.

1: Flex.
2 – Need to garrotte something.
3. Digest.

But then came the wolves and their sinking mouthmats! Who were these chocolate-obsessed fullmouths with their dialects and their smells and their horticultural plantations?

Lo: we pondered. Dr David Thoughts. Dr Cancel Calcium. Dr Angle Mercedes. Dr Gnocchi Vestibule. Dr Cheap Thai Brothel Slaves. Dr Marketing Brochure and Slack Tongue Clinics.

I love it when you send me vowels.