The Professor was unaware he had been called upon. He was unaware he had become the focus of attention, or at least his private man parts had, being pre-occupied as he was with fondling those naughty bits; a hefty hand of bowyer’s sausages thrust down the front of his trousers. This was disgusting enough, but was exacerbated further, as the facial hedge had miraculously opened up in order for him to sport a vacuous grin, accompanied by a distant stare through ping-pong ball eyes. Unfortunately the focal point of the gaze corresponded exactly to where Pimple was located, a little bit to the side of the Mediterranean; Greece to be exact. Aedd used the snooker cue to point to where all were looking, except Mrs Fish, who had recently departed under the arm of Dame Pimple with much accompanying
