Don't expect me to deny anythingFollow

Never one to bandy his words, Remus sat back in his irony, rolled another smirk and besided the cat.

The cat, rarely in existence, made a faint smell, like a steel knife blade rubbed against last week's clouds. Not new clouds. Different smell.

For the second time that day, Remus wasn't.

Unplanned, his memories knocked over a small cup that lay at his feet next to the racial injustice he'd placed there some centuries earlier. Nine more tolls of the bell would be all it took to evacuate most of the villages he kept secretly behind his moustache. He counted them slowly, and lied about their age.

Not a traditional confession for Remus. This involved no other species, car parks or hovercraft theories. Just Remus, the cat, and the villages. All painted with the sound of lemons.

And hugely so to you all.

I'd play but I grok not the rules.

How is:



for a start?

Whoa. The colours man, the colours...

Don't tell the lemurs. They have a penchant for molesting elderberries.

"Some insighful theoretical treatments [ref ref ref] suggest that key aspects of hydrophobic hydration are related to the distincitve thermodynamics of pure water"

When you write like this, I want to bang you.

Nah. I'd just mount his leg and be done before he knew what poked em.