One Of Your Turns

Ahahaha ha ha. More of a chuckle, then.

Then he replies and in replying intimates that you have had what is euphemistically referred to by all and sundry as one of your "turns".

Indeed the evidence would appear to back this up. For one, Egon is not wearing the same clothes as he was when you last saw him. Also he now has some stubble on his cheeks where previously he had been clean-shaven. Meanwhile, the chill around your nether regions alerts you to your own state of nakedness. Presently you note that the linen which comprises the walls of the outhouse are smeared in an as-yet unidentified yellow substance.

You barely even have to glance back across the yard at your house to confirm that it has been gutted by fire; the smell of smoke hangs in the air, jostling for pole position alongside patchouli oil, chocolate brownies and raw meat. Finally, you note that as usual your hands are covered in gore and your "home surgery kit" is laid out on the table in front of you (from which it appears that the chainsaw has come in for some particularly heavy use).

Not again, you sigh.

Your eyes arrive back at Egon, still sitting on the deck chair. He leans back, closes his eyes and asks

1. if you're going to clean up
2. when you are going to cook him his supper
3. if you had forgotten you were supposed to be at Paul's house by now

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