He’s lavishly, wonkily beautiful, 900 ft tall, has a voice like a jaguar hiding in a cello, and would clearly be able to work out in a second what a 15 per cent tip should be — even if the total were tricksy, such as an odd number, or ended in 78p or something.
After pulling the sword from the stone but before becoming king, Arthur went on a cross-country road trip / vision quest. He crashed on friends’ couches or, on a few nights, the back seat of his car. He went to Burning Man, stayed in the mountains of Montana for a few weeks, and learned to build a cigar-box guitar from some guy on the street in New Orleans.
When he finally arrived home, a wiser man, he thought, “That shit was awesome. I gotta find a way to do that all the time.”
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT MA’AM. AS I’M SURE I MENTIONED I AM DETECTIVE HOUNDSMAN FROM THE POLICE … PLACE AND I’M HERE ABOUT THE DELICIOUS MILK-BONE TREAT ROBBERY THAT OCCURRED EARLIER THIS MORNING. I JUST NEED TO EXAMINE ANY MILK-BONE SNACKS YOU MIGHT HAVE HERE IN THE HOUSE AND MAYBE COLLECT SOME FOR LUNCH. EVIDENCE. SOMETIMES WE CALL EVIDENCE LUNCH. IT’S A DETECTIVE THING. ANYWAY, THIS IS ALL STANDARD PROCEDURE. NOTHING TO BE ALARMED ABOUT.
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