Murder in GeektopiaMax Moritz is the moniker on my NC license, and, yes, I’ve heard all the obvious allusive wisecracks already.
“Funny, you don’t look Prankish.”
“I heard you keep all your cats in jam jars.”
“What strength monofilament you use for chickens?”
“Did your Mama stick dirks in her bush?”
But of course I haven’t let smartmouth cracks like those bug me since I was twelve years old, and just finishing my third-level synergetics course at GBS Ideotorium Number 521. (Our school motto that year, picked by the students of course: “A fool’s brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.” From one of my favourite Shaw and Raymond pictonovels, Major Barbara versus Ming the Merciless.)
And of course after I left GBS
