.. he is illegal in 17 US states, and he blinks horizaonally ..
.. that his breath smells of magnesium, and that he’s scared of bells ..
.. that his voice can only be heard by cats, and that he has two sets of knees ..
.. that his tears are adhesive, and that if he caught fire he’d burn for a thousand days ..
.. that on really warm days he sheds his skin like a snake, and that for some reason he’s allergic to the Dutch ..
.. All we know is ..
.. he’s called The Stig.
(with Chivalragos)
He’s traveled all the way from London, just so he can stand around in my office and be harassed by Ms. Lovely Bouquet and Chivalragos. I don’t know what to do with him quite yet, but I take comfort in the fact that he’s safely tucked away in the giant envelope, ready to be called upon when the needed arises. <3
