Hallindrumation

One particularly hot and heady summer's day, the former badger-hunters were seated in the Smoking Bull coffee shop- heads heavy from overindulgence in Mary Jane's smoked delicacies. The air was thick with dense white smoke, eerie chords stuttering from the sound system blending with the buzzing of their bumbled brains. A doona of dullness descended on their drained minds. Their movements were as sluggish as a sober gypsy.
Suddenly they were startled from their reverie, awakened from this status tetrahydrocannibus by a piercing bright light emerging from the nostril of the bull's head carving on the wall. The bright light expanded and contorted- transforming into the humanoid form of the late great grandmaster, walter Lindrum. Then, as if this was not in itself miracle enough, the great man spoke unto the two of them and spake thus: "Look at yourselves, you strawberry fools, wasting your manly good looks and charming charisma in this futile pursuit of gunja giggles and hooch ha-has!" And then Walter showed them the light... and they were much impressed by his knowledge of 1980s Dutch imported lamp shades. He told them of an ancient billiards cue, constructed many centuries before the year of the Lord. Legend had it that this mighty cue would impart powers of billiards dexterity unto the user, so great that all who played with it never were vanquished. Lindrum's wind had lifted the haze from their spaced-out minds, much like flatus clears space in a packed lift. Their goal was clear: to seek out this mythical cue. Cue atmospheric music and drop curtains.

Thought of the day - Hunger will remain a constant, k, as long as spliff consumption is proportional to stroopwafel consumption.

Gyros tally = 2