…what bloody tripe! OMG, 4:50 of utter crap! Total balderdash! This sounds like something only the StympletonTrypewriter could come up with!
Oh Christ Almighty! GrundgieBreakfast (…plus sound-effects!)
…and that last line (…just before the feme musak!) I think it deserves about ½ mark for effort (…with a resounding “Could have done better!”)
However, the perpetrator was Flynn, A.
Had it been Stimpson, we’d have got the full episode. For a while there I feared that we might.
Be fair. As Eddie rambled on, I found myself gradually feeling exactly the same…
“He’s got away from us, Jack.”
Of course we’ve yet to suffer the worst: just think what the funeral is going to be like.
I presume Bartleby will do the honours, no doubt expiring just as the coffin is lowered.
Or maybe we’ll get Grundydämmerung? Bartleby leaping into the flames as the cider shed is reduced to ashes…
“Oh. Er. Yes, of course you’ll want Bartleby for the funeral…”