"What?"
"I'm Old Gregg. I've got a mangina"
"What's that got to do with me, you berk?"
"You stole my fuzzy man peach. I want him back Vince Noir. I love him more than Baileys from a shoe!"
"Whatchya talking 'bout?" Vince stared at the funny looking man fish more confused than ever.
"You took Howard TJ Moon, you stole him right from Gregg's Place. We're gonna get married we are. Old Gregg Moon, nice ring to it ya think?"
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Meanwhile, back at the circus…
"Vince! Vince! Where are you Vince?" Howard was desperately searching for his best friend.
"I can help you ma'bitch" Said a hooded figure standing in the shadows.
"Who's there? If you don't show yourself I'll be all over you like wet on a flannel." Howard knew this was an empty threat, as most of his threats were, because he could feel his knees knocking.
"Hush now love monkey." The hooded figure stepped out of the shadows and removed his hood…
-o-
"I'm Old Gregg."
"Yeah I know, you've told me about 89 times now."
"Howard should be coming soon. Then we can stay together forever. Have I shown you my water colours?" But before Vince could answer he pulled out his paintings.
"This one's Baileys. And this one's Baileys a bit bigger. And this one's as close as you can get to Baileys without your eyes getting wet." Vince was about to scream. He was so bored he just wanted Howard to hurry up and rescue him.
Come on Howard. Come and be my prince charming and rescue me from this evil man? Woman? Whatever it is… I need you Howard...