SpaceMcQuirk
Serf
Hunched around a small table in the far corner of the dimly lit room, small pointed green hands with dirty stained fingers pulled out a box.
Opening it carefully the wizened figure waved a long bony finger.
"Stand back, don't crowd uz, let everyone 'av a propa ganda...I 'az bin to da year sumthing sumthing thousand and seen all sortz of sheenaniganz...but this boyz ya gotta take a lookz at."
much love and respect.
Space McQuirk
Opening it carefully the wizened figure waved a long bony finger.
"Stand back, don't crowd uz, let everyone 'av a propa ganda...I 'az bin to da year sumthing sumthing thousand and seen all sortz of sheenaniganz...but this boyz ya gotta take a lookz at."
much love and respect.
Space McQuirk