They trod around him, wary of the mad;
He'd always been a strange one, always off alone
With daft ideas. But this looked bad,
The end seemed nigh, the day of judgement near.
Who'd pay the bills, who'd scare the circling sharks
And keep kids off the dole
If Uncle Stumpy's mind had joined the birds?

The Warrior stopped by to say g'day, and cast a wary eye upon the girl;
A friend had stuffed his hard-disk, had to go,
Techie's need and techie's honour …
She didn't meet his gaze, but muttered
Stumpy's lost his marbles, Prawn, we ought'a help
But how? He's fruitcake,
So we're dessert and done for here, you know.
 

…to be continued

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