Joining the Guild of Montgomery Moncreiff.
The Cardews are hosting a luncheon on the east balcony after the entire Victorian fleet has just arrived from the court of the Crimson King after viewing the jesters and dance of the puppets. Unfortunately, Jeff Goldblum is helicoptered in and begins wooing all the women with his slick charm and filthy pelvic gesticulations. How might you dispose of this disturbance without wrinkling your new suede vest?
You have 4 choices:
- Firearms.
- Wail at him about aliens in the laundry room. Implore him to try and decipher their code again. This may keep him busy for some time.
- Throw small, plastic dinosaurs him. A manly stud no more, Mr. Goldblum will run for the hills accompanied by a fit of girlish screaming at the sight of the oh-so-fearsome 5 inch tall Tyrannosaurus Rex. Jeff Goldblum does not like dinosaurs. No sir.
- Your superlative lexical choice has rendered me impotent. Let me choose another scenario. One with less over-indulgent drivel, if at all possible.