I phoned Ruby Gams, the dancing package of Bull’s Eye Cigarettes.
Great, she deigned to see this dog as long as tellavision was the bait.
Me, I couldn’t kibble.
I met Ruby at the Boomtown Bunker (“A Shelter For Every Bomb”) and we’ve been seeing each other off and yawn ever since.
Ruby never appears in public without her costume because she claims she can’t think outside the box.
So there we were in the serpent’s four bits of the Graceless Manor, Ruby and I, Jitters and his main ride Cherry Ott.
I brought a box of cold Schmaltz and a bag of Woodchips (Mesquite Flavour) and we were just smuggling in when suddenly the screen went blank.”
A voice came from the darkness saying: “We interrupt our programming to make this impotent announcement”.