Originally Posted by Plechazunga
Yes that was my favourite bit, I tried to find it again after I read it so I could give it a little green laughing smilie, but was broadsided by a cluster of flying sub-clauses and had to call off the search.
Live and let live.
Apparently Mockney used to have an editor. That is, until the day he mysteriously vanished. In the woods surrounding Mockney's lair is a toolshed that no animal will approach because of a distinctive odor.
Rumor has it that within the shed lies a vaguely human-shaped heap of discarded sentence fragments, atop which sits a single note bearing the letters H-E-L
It is unknown whether the last letter was meant to be a P or an L.
But the neighbors have observed that on particularly chilly nights, a light can be seen burning in the toolshed, and what sounds like thin mocking laughter carries through the wood when the wind is right.