Reply To: Cakletown and the Lone Chancers of Custard

Evangeline gaped at Funley, who was sitting on Ed’s knee trying to wipe his brow with the bottom of her apron while he was trying to eat his buns.

“The crumbs are all over your thighs, Funley,” Evangeline retorted, “Are those blue bits varicose veins?”

This scene is getting ridiculous, she thought, and started to cackle at the absurdity.

Stung at the cackling, Funley whispered fiercely to Ed, “Sack the impertinent wench, give her the boot!”

“He’ll never settle down with the likes of you, Funley,” responded Evangeline, in a desperate attempt to validate the contribution to the furtherance of the plot with a flimsy attempt at continuity.

“Poor show!” retorted the erstwhile cleaner. “Increasingly rubbish!”

She had a point.

Or did she?