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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rick" data-source="post: 16073">Should I begin my novel with "We were slamming shots of Cuervo when" or "We......enjoyed the Chardonnay when" We have a sudden urge to turn back but I know we must go on. And then we see it! It's slumped in an armchair, its great bald head lolling to one side, apparently asleep. It is wearing a dirty red tracksuit and muddy brown shoes, and its grotesque belly hangs out over the waistband like a bulbous outcrop of solidified lava.  One of its thick, gorilla-like paws grips a beer can at an angle, the contents slopping out onto the carpet.  The creature stirs, twitches, then lifts up one cheek of its monstrous ass and farts. The thick green cloud envelops him for a while, as if unwilling to leave its creator before slowly dissipating into the already saturated air.</blockquote>