Flurby Jim isn't happy
Flurby Jim was visiting all of the usual tabloids today in a rather annoyed mood. Not because they haven't covered any of his recent doings, but because he hasn't recently done anything, and really rather felt the need to blame someone.
"I shall live forever, or die in the attempt!" - BatBloke, stating the obvious
"I have many legs" - a centipede, doing the same
Although he has a usually very interesting life, Flurby Jim has found that his usual activity suggestting colleagues have all died. Except for one, who has lost his mouth. Rumours that it is still there, but that he is unable to see it due to the curvature of his face and his house's lack of mirrors or general reflective surfaces are so far unfounded.
"It's so funny - how we don't talk anymore!" - Fred Dinage, all new king of the un-necessary exclamation mark.
"I'm just this dude with no visible body fat, you know?" - Flurby Jim, trying to explain himself to the public.
"Those who can associate : 51%. Those who cannot : 48%. Percentage of votes we forgot to calculate : 1%" - the public, trying to explain themselves to Flurby Jim
With him as he visited the newspaper offices, Flurby Jim took a portfolio of images depicting all of the interesting things which have happened to him and his mates recently. And a picture of a dog. Who threatened to kill him if he did not. Unconfirmed rumours suggest that the dog may have been an alsation. His mother (a tigress) suggests the same.
The first picture Flurby Jim showed this reporter was a typical depiction of BatBloke and Dobin, still the best of mates despite Dobin's recent foot change operation :
The second an image of the amusing day in which Flurby Jim's friend Bill, not previously a mule, nearly killed a weasel. But, as they say 'These are MY sounds of the wickedness, baby' :
Though Flurby Jim did have more pictures to show, this reporter had unfortunately forgotten not to put a sedative into his vodka drink, and he soon fell asleep.