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If we're going to give it another go, I'd just like to also voice my reservations about this 'cloud' of butterflies. Are they grouped into the correct collective noun there?
A 'billow' of butterflies would be more impressive - clouds just sort sit of around looking like sheep or loom menacingly from afar and I just can't get into the hang of butterflies behaving like that. Moths? Yes - certainly! So if there's going to be a cloud of moths, carry right on; but butterflies, no.
(The double doors are also a bit of a safety concern if you're going to fling them around like that, so I've warned the waiters to use the revolving door instead)
So let me get this straight, what we have now is some coatless bloke sitting near a bottomless pit, but not falling in, surrounded by some toilet paper and a couple of moths?
It is on the stick we will use to force him into the bottomless pit.
Kitten: Would you like to do the honours?
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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
Excellent idea and we'll have the tigers stuffed, mounted on wheels and dragged behind. I think the budget will stretch to it. Which reminds me - who was in charge of organising the catering? It seems a little late.
The double doors are out too, I'm afraid. The waiters' union have been on the phone and there won't be any catering at all if they can't use it for direct access to the slaughterhouse.
Perhaps the entrance can be made by emerging from the bottomless pit and/or toilet (I'm thinking about the spare rope ladder from the treehouse to facilitate this), and then pulling up on string: the stuffed, wheel mounted animals (can they just be stuffed 'toys' I wonder?) a display case of moths, and possibly some 'Hellraiser' business with pins. Coatless of course.
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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
Wow. Now THAT was an entrance.
Just continue the screaming and thrashing around while those inclined that way can add their bit with the pointy sticks, nails, pins and what-have-you and I'm sure that it will be a performance which will linger in everyone's memory for a least another post or two until the topic gets changed.
<steps over writhing body and smashed display case to get rope ladder to return it to tree-house: there's almighty brouhaha of an audit going on over there and its absence will probably be noted in triplicate by now>
Hmmm.... You should have been able to find peridots if the pit went down far enough....
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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland
Sapphire, Topaz, Emerald, Amethyst... these sorts of names all have a nice 'chunky', sparkling sound that conjure up electric, shivery Aladin's Cave sorts of images.
Does anyone else find the word 'peridot' slightly silly or is it just me.