So here he was, and it was here he would stay until the ice caps melted into the sea, The Himalayas were scoured from the face of the earth, and the glittering, viscous string of dribble descending from his slackened jaw reached his knee. (Oh yes. It was that thick).
Thankfully, it was then that his overtaxed brain got some much-needed aid.
“Hello, Flug,” said a voice.
“Hello,” said Flug.
The fact the voice was in the air and not coming out of anything tangible didn't bother him at all, which was a turn up because he'd flee in terror if he overheard someone on the other end of the phone.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah but no.”
“What seems to be the matter?”
“Dunno what sweetie to 'ave.”
“Mmm, that is a tricky one. Tell you what, why don't you have both?”
“Wot's bofe?”
“Pick one of them u
