Reply To: The Eights’ Shift, Stories

I ache all over… arrrrgghhhhhhhh Aspidistra was complaining on the phone all the while being intrigued by Harvey’s positively good mood.

“Oh you know,” Harvey began to tell her “the secret of the hyper-mel mode (a.k.a. “HMM”) is to be happy and screaaaaaming at the top of your lungs all your merriness no matter whut.”
“And of course,” he added, “punctuating it with occasional profuse weehooes (and some wheehoees now and then).”

“Woa… I will need more coffee for that” she said yawning while Harvey was continuing “and put your hands in the air, your fingers mimicking stars glitter! Wheeeha katcha twinkle twinkleepooh!”

“Oh, don’t mention hands, I dropped the milk twice this morning” Aspidistra was distraught again.

“Owlright, and have you rejoiced on having milk spilled all over the goddess body?! Mmhhh? YES! YES!”

“And I’ve got arthritis in my thumb!”

“Uh-oh, arthritis… even better! rhymes with Weehooohees! … or giant squid… architeuthis!”

“Achy tits, yeah…” she moaned plaintively. “And all that milk spilled with my poor thumbies…”

“You see, you get the hang of it,” Harvey was bouncing “got to go dearee, spread the good joy,… see you soon! Weeee…”

And off he was, hanging on Aspidistra while her ears where still full of the echoes of weehooees.