Guidance

Hiya !

 

Uncle Quentin has bearded Mrs La Zooli for some advice. We shall listen in, to learn.

 

Uncle Quentin has been vaping with his imaginary friend, Betty Boop.

 

"Ah !" says Mrs La Zooli. "And did you vape...together ?"

"Together ? Yes, we did, indeed."

"Well, then. Under the law of Engerlund, you are legally married."

"Because we vaped together ?"

"Exactly."

"Blimey !" exclaims Uncle Quentin.

"Also..." says Mrs La Zooli, ominously, "that is not Betty Boop at all, at all, it is General Custer. And he is proper real."

"Blimey again !" exclaims Uncle Quentin. "But I'm not married to him, am I ?"

"Of course you are ! It's the law !"

 

"Crivens !" says Uncle Quentin.

 

"Look..." he does say, presently, "you could have a word, like, with Sir Picanuper, he loves me, doesn't he ?"

"In a grown up and platonic way, yes, he Loves Everybody Unreservedly, as all do know. You must stand by General Custer, else Sir Picanuper must encase you in jelly, again, only this time it will be Lemon Jelly, with fast acting Beebler Beebler enhanced enzymes..."

 

Uncle Quentin is crying.

 

"Drat..." he says. "Drat it all..."

 

Walk Tall !

Done