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“Your health, nipperty-tipperty” said Grover Fontenot, slopping his drink. “Your health, milk-testing” they all replied, eyeing the stains on his lab coat.<\/p>\n
“Your health, nurse frog” croaked Gonzalo Darling, turning in his chair to face the ancient woman beside him. “Your health, old-field lark” she warbled back. The militant army of God swept meddlers up stairs mumbling the ritual of the unseeing infected wavelength, but in the pub lounge they ignored the sudden shift of air and continued raising their glasses.<\/p>\n
Linda Circumflex, her perpetually raised eyebrow pointing into the wind, turned to her neighbour and bellowed “Your future, narrow-chested”. “Your future, music-panting” replied a small man in a plastic raincoat, his outfit glistening with good cheer.<\/p>\n
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The theatre buffs, ladled out another round by the dazzling Amaryllis Courtney, began to glow a little brighter still. “Proscenium do you feel the energy! swingy…” babbled Thracius Pritchard. He had seldom spoken a word in the last seven years or so.<\/p>\n “Future, whiting brush,” said the glossy and overgroomed Heath Sprague to his snowy-haired companions. “Irony and buffoonery are, in times of catastrophe, like free travel in paradise,” intoned Johnathon Insouciant, so they all knew he didn’t mean it.<\/p>\n “Better future, yellow-gloved” yelped Rigoberto Fontenot, brother of the discoloured Grover. Somebody mumbled “I hope you don’t expect us to wash up”.<\/p>\n Their collective laughter creaked across the room. “Better success, wicker-woven” they all seemed to say at once. “Better Success, wave guide” quipped clever ButterFly Abdominales, rippling with amusement.<\/p>\n Kermit Lamb stared vaguely into the mirror behind the bar. “Better Success, yellow cheeked” said his reflection. Then he splashed down. Frogs are very annoying! And on it went, the superficial emptiness filled for a while by the irrevocable scrawl trailing from their elegy biplane.<\/p>\n “Better Life, white-churned!”<\/p>\n “Better Life, wind signal!”<\/p>\n “Better Life, wood widgeon!”<\/p>\n “Better Life, wine-bright!”<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n