Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people.
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| Sleepytime Toothgrinder's Carnival of Errors Another stumbling effort at entertaining a tiny group of people. |
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13 February 2002 Sleepytime didn’t have horse pills purely for therapeutic or recreational purposes. He had horses, and was trained to care for them. His love of horses had come upon him suddenly and surprisingly, like a mounting stallion, during his time in Mongolia. He had never found horses the most lovely creatures, but something about the compact, sturdy beasts that had for so long aided herdsmen and conquerors, he knew that he must have some in the Carnival. Of course, no normal horses would do. The first time he was shown a breeding pair of albinos (and it was a long time wandering across the empty Steppes before that happened, make no mistake), he stole them, barely escaping with his life. posted by Bigtooth | 10:06 AM 12 February 2002 Dr. Toothgrinder’s plan involved chemicals. Specifically, it involved Rohypnol (flunitrazepam), more pocket-picking, and a hedge maze. Gillespie objected, on the grounds that it might actually drive his sweetheart away. “Making her think I’m some kind of up-and-coming evil genius,” he said, “would not help keep her around.” The doctor quickly concocted another, more mundane plan, this one involving mainly a flowery bouquet and a more flowery appeal to her gentler emotions. When it turned out that she didn’t have gentler emotions, Dr. Toothgrinder was prompted to ask why William had been with her in the first place. This prompted the young man to begin a renewed bout of hysterical weeping, which prompted the doctor to . . . well, it’s complicated, but in the end, he did the only thing for William that he could. He gave him a horse tranquilizer to help him sleep it off. Chemicals take care of it in the end, he thought to himself. posted by Bigtooth | 1:31 PM |
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