He's a figment of your subconscious Eric, not mine, so I tapped into Ultimate Reality and poofed him out.

Certified classics are the only objects that gain admittance to these intense and high-strung rooms that are usually the creations of a carefully stylized decoratrix clad in skyscraper heels and a little black dress (with dark glasses to match on days when she is especially tired, which is to say every day).

Regularity can be pretty erratic too: breastfed babies will usually produce several nappyfuls a day, but they sometimes go for several days or more without doing a poo at all, without it causing a problem.

[…] he had huffed into his white plastic recorder while scowling at the sheets of music that lay open on the wobbly stainless-steel stand.