Last night I dreamt I met Yoda. We conversed on I remember not what, when I realized he was speaking in perfectly normal word order. I brought the chat up short with, “Wait, so what is all this judge me by my size, do you? rannygazoo?”
To his credit, he looked a little embarrassed, seated on a convenient toadstool. “My agent said I needed it, to stand out from the pack, else I'd just another little green spitball.”
Last night, more progress on The Mystic Trumpeter.
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