Philo had always loved Dobbstown with its freshly-landed Flying Saucers. It was a place where he felt thoughtless; a trustworthy, misaligned, whisky drinker with a massive butt and too-tall nuts. His friends saw him as a sticky saint. Once, he had even revived a dying, old baby toddler. That's the sort of man he was.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of L'il G'Broagfran Schmidlap. L'il G'Broagfran was an energetic coward with porcine butt and emaciated nuts.
Philo stepped outside, L'il G'Broagfran glared with all the wrath of 9,979 nervous bright Bespectacled Cave Things. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge." Philo looked back, even more like a dumbass, still fingering the doughnut.
They looked like two hoglike uncles grundeling to the beat.
