Consequently he has grabbed Antony and Tiny Toy and retired to his Asteroid Shelter for Easter.
He asked whether he could have his Easter Eggs early, since I would ‘probably’ be dead by Sunday, and so unable to give them to him.
I promised him that I WOULD still be alive and well on Sunday, and would give him his eggs then.
He countered my assurance by telling me that, as a practicing Pastafarian, he was entitled to his Easter Eggs early, due to some unlikely edict by the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Not wishing to be accused of Religious Discrimination, I allowed him one Cadbury’s Creme Egg.
His final message to me was to ask me to meet Byron at the Bus Station, bring him home and escort him to the Asteroid Shelter where they would ride out the End Of The World together, while sharing a Creme Egg.
I promised I would carry out his wishes… and passed him another Creme Egg – for Byron.
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