Mister Smitty is a smell detective!
“Smells is moving up in the hood, yo.”
The Misters were de-camping, boxing-up, totin’ and bailin’
out of their not-so-palatial digs.
out of their not-so-palatial digs.
(For an exhaustive (and exhausting) description of their erstwhile digs,
see blogposts “Bleach Bardo Babblin’” and its ilk, q.v., viz., passim.)
see blogposts “Bleach Bardo Babblin’” and its ilk, q.v., viz., passim.)
“Mister, The Smee is noticing that his usual smells are disappearing.”
“Mister, The Smee knows when he being perpetrated olfactorally.”
“Mister, a query: When he senses smells gone missing,
is that like a vacuum in nature for The Smee?”
is that like a vacuum in nature for The Smee?”
“Black hole, Yo. It’s what cats call Count-em Ass-tro physics.”
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