So. Just for the record: A) you want us to stop apologising for our bad manners. B) you want us to start lying, and enthuse about hitherto non evident merits of Dex-on Tele. Would that be a correct appraisal of your proposal?
As for meaningful critique of, Dex-on Paper, that can’t be done, from my perspective, at least, until a copy of, ‘Dearly Devoted Dexter’, which is, as we speak, so to speak, winging its way to the WritersRoom, arrives.
Apropos Skyfall’s timidity (how do you know Skyfall is a bloke, by the way), aboard the old Pirate ship, Scriv, there is no running away…only lurking in the shadows. Lurkers see everything that goes on aboard Scriv.
Linny, my little misguided pippin, I wasn’t inferring that I was Santa Claus. Dear me no. I am Santa Clawsimagine drops of blood dripping from Claws’s characters.
There is one member of the vic-k menagerie, however, who thinks Dex is a black saint. That’s Le D of course.
Although I have seven behaviour modification tablets, that are supposed to keep him in check, I think he’s immune to their influence. Could be placebos for all I know. Probably are, what with all the cutbacks and wot-not.
Ahh, petite Linny, mon amour, mon chéri,
Such…how you say?..scepticism in one so young…hmm, young, soft, succulent. Linny, ma chéri, come sit on my knee and tell me about yourself, while I nibble your sweet neck.
I am here all the time, mon amour. If you search for, Le D mon amour’, you shall see, ma chéri,
Whenever you feel a sudden…chill, c’est moi, standing by your side.
Le D
