Pigfies, Photostories, Psychos, and Danu

In a quiet house on a sunny day....
Dreyer: And so by John Stuart Mill's way of thinking, we would know inductively whether or not we had been fed this morning.
Sjöström: Were we fed this morning?
Dreyer: That's the problem. John Stuart Mill isn't here.

DW: Hey, Danu. What's up?
Danu: Not much. I'm just taking a photoshoot of my new ABJP. I've decided to name her Saladmé, after that lady who had her head cut off by the fairies for John the Baptist.
DW: I don't think that was her name...nor do I think that story's quite right.
Danu: Close enough. Want to see my story?

The doorbell rings, and Danu reemerges with a huge box.
DW: Oh, no. Not again.
Danu: No, no. This is my new roommate's stuff. He was having it shipped today. I think he's arriving this afternoon.

DW: What's wrong, Danu?
Danu: Oh, I don't know. I've just never had a roommate before. I hope we'll get along and be really good friends.

Danu: Maybe looking through his personal belongings will cheer me up....
DW: Danu!!

Danu: Why, this is odd. Look, it's an axe and a handsaw...

Danu: and look, a hammer, and some pointy garden tools, and a baseball bat! He must be a carpenter who really loves baseball!!

Sjöström: Are you hearing incidental music? Because I'm totally hearing incidental music.
Dreyer: Yep. Really creepy incidental music. What does it say on the side of that box, anyway?

The label on the box reads "COUNTY MENTAL INSTITUTION: Personal Belongings, R. Tankardshaper-Powrie."
Then comes a knock at the door.

Danu: Oh. Uh. Hello? Hello.
Tinker: Good afternoon. I'm looking for a Danu Darkfollower. I'm the new roommate.
Danu: I'm Danu.

Tinker: Would you be so kind as to loosen my straitjacket? They didn't really bother when they let me out this morning. Said it would be better for all of us.
Danu: Uh...sure....

Tinker: There we go! Now for a proper handshake and introduction. I'm Reginald Tankardshaper-Powrie. (I had progressive parents, so they hyphenated that last name.) But my friends call me Tinker. Very pleased to meet you, Miss Darkfollower.
Danu: Please...call me Danu.

Tinker: Now, let's see if I can find something more appropriate to wear. Oh, dear. It looks as if they've left my clothing back at the Institute. And my hat.
That makes me very mad.
Danu: Oh, dear. Would you like some tea? Maybe that would take your mind off of your hat.

Danu: So, have you lived around here for a long time?
Tinker: I've been at the Institute for twenty years.
Danu: Oh. Was it nice there?
Tinker: That question makes me very mad. Do you have any Oreos?
Danu: No, but I can run to the store right now and get some. Right now. At the store.

Dreyer: To John Stuart Mill's way of thinking, we ought to get a new writer for this story before we all get killed.
Sjöström: Do you know that inductively?
Dreyer: No. I mean, yes. I mean. Oh, damn my bird brain! Were we fed this morning?

 

 

 

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