'Why yes,
@DavidFirth, what a good idea. And I vote you for our next president', Doctor Sphinx was surprised to apparently hear himself say.
He woke from his daydream with a start - 'When more than 3000 years old you are, pay attention all the time - you will not', he thought to himself about all the others, as a number of them gave him looks that suggested he might be just a few sentimos short of a Filipino piso.
Recounting recent events and the crazy things he appeared to have said, he suddenly realised the green leprechaun, and
@Sam91, of all people, had teamed up to play a trick on him. Whilst wearing the yarmulke of specialist-ventriloquism-for-the-mellifluous-voice, Sam91 had been "throwing" her voice in the good doctor's general direction, whilst the green leprechaun, having attached a string to the doctor's lips in similar fashion to the method used in the 60's television comedy about a talking horse, would move the doctor's mouth via said string.
The doctor chuckled. 'For a brief moment, I thought I was going crazier than even I was prepared to admit', he explained. 'Those Pambansang Pulisya ng Pilipinas are more bent than a poltician's corkscrew. They have no more right to prevent us visiting these here islands than that mosquito has complaining about the flavour of GreenWizard's blood".
The group looked to where the doctor was staring, and sure enough, a moquito with a rather disgusted expression on its face was making a whining noise, as it hovered away from a small puncture dot on the GreenWizard's left arm. Letting go of the string connected to Doctor Sphinx's lips, the
@GreenWizard swatted, but too late.
The mosquito hovered around the room, looking for a place to retreat, until finally alighting atop Sam91's yarmulke of protection-against-mental-eavesdroppers. The doctor nodded. Although the mosquito died quickly - crushed between Sam91's deft thumb and precise surgeon's forefinger, at least it had died away from the mephitic, miasmic ooze that had unfortunately comprised it's final meal.
It was then that Doctor Sphinx realised that Sam91 had been able to accomplish something he himself had hithertofore not mastered - the simultaneous wearing of yarmulkes, but while still looking fashionable. The doctor supposed the attempt may have been made to reduce the severity of a distinctly vexating headache, but the outcome was unavoidable - the illustrious Doctor Sphinx would certainly need to mind his manners when dealing with her in future.
The guilty thought of her trusty, hitherto unused and now-crushed eye extraction device came to his mind. 'If she ever suspects...', the doctor didn't allow himself to finish the rest of the thought.
'Uhhh, excuse me, DavidFirtth' the doctor asked, somewhat awkwardly.
'What is it, Doctor S?' asked the other, still quite chuffed in the belief that the doctor was campaigning for him to be voted next president, after the indomitable Mr. T completed his 3 terms.
' I was hoping you could give something to Sam for me' he replied.
'Well, she's right here, why don't you give it to her yourself, old boy' DavidFirtth replied, matter-of-factly.
'Uhhh... Would you believe me if I told you it's kind of a secret?' Doctor Sphinx asked.
'Ahhh.' exclaimed DavidFirth, understandingly. 'It's like that, is it?'
'Uhhh... Well not exactly...'
'Oh. Then why...?' asked DavidFirth, beginning to be confused.
'Yes, yes!' hissed the doctor impatiently. 'It's like that. Just don't tell her it's from me...'
'But what if she asks...?' asked DavidFirth, looking more confused than before. 'You don't want me to lie, do you?'
'No, no. Of course not!' exclaimed the doctor tersely, doing his best to control his impatience. 'It's ahhh... really from the green leprechaun, but he doesn't want Sam to know it's from him, so he asked me to give it to you, to give to her.'
'Ahhhh', said DavidFirth understandingly and tapping his nose with his finger, but then beginning to look more confused again. 'But what is it? It just looks like a very dark pair of sunglasses to me...'
'Uhhh. Just tell her its the eye-shield-of-protection-against-immodesty. Tell her it's the more humane version of her eye-gouger thing that I... I mean, that the green leprechaun... broke. Also, it's not as permanent'.
DavidFirth didn't know what to say for a moment, but then...
