Oh we laughed while the cheesecake nibbled on our toes, but it wasn't for want of licensing that it continued, no, it was the lure of deep fried franchised turnips that smacked it around the head and gave it a three bit parking fine.
"I'll never pay this" he thought, turning to the swinging gate that rolled slow twists and turns in it's paprika skirt. No reflections from the sun or moon as they'd both gone to bed, twilight skimmed the coffee and left me wide awake, a wide eyed victim of substance abuse at a time beyond any clocks ability to record.
The playback was terrible though, we didn't look like ourselves and I could have sworn there were more potatoes the third time, that'll teach the director to make changes.
It's always sharper in the mind