with the pink paint he had prepared earlier - lovely, bright-pink polka-dots all over the hapless creature. The leprechaun hardly moved.
@Sam91 wondered if it needed embalming, before she remembered she no longer had a museum to store it in, anyway.
'There Sphinxy' exclaimed the good Captain. 'Now you won't feel like you're the only one with a problem'.
Poor Doctor Sphinx just glared at the Captain. He didn't think it would be fair to glare at Sam91, given she was only obeying the good Captain's orders when she had glued his lips together, so he only glared at her a little. He also glared at the pink-polka-dotted leprechaun, but it still didn't move.
With his lips in their current state, he couldn't recite poetry. He couldn't counter-quote Sam91's bible passage with another passage. He couldn't even complain about Sam91's use of bible version. True, he had practically been raised on the NIV 1984 edition, but ever since the newer editions came out, he had decided never to trust the NIV again. Or at least, to look into it quite thoroughly if he did, which usually, he was too lazy to do - so he generally just decided it was easier not to trust at all.
He wondered if the passage had been some sort of code. 'Now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips.'
'Check. Check. Check. Hmmmm. May need a second opinion. And check,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe that's why the Captain had my lips glued - perhaps I have been slanderising?' he wondered silently.
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@DavidFirth and Sam91 were having an interesting conversation, with the good Captain ventriloquizing the GreenWizard like a puppet, but Doctor Sphinx paid no heed because he couldn't talk.
'Hmmmmm....' He thought. 'Here there is no Gentile or Jew... barbarian...'
'Eureka!' he would have shouted, but instead all he could exclaim was 'Mmmmrrrn!'.
The Captain and Sam91 looked at him questioningly. In a moment, the Green Leprechaun's head also turned in his general direction, under the talented puppetry of the good Captain.
'Mmmmrrrn!' Doctor Sphinx exclaimed. 'Mmm mrrrn mmm mmm mmm... mmm mmm-mmm-m mmm mmmm mm-mmm-mm mmm mm, Mmmmrrrn!' which, roughly translated, meant 'French!', 'Here there is no Jew... nor barbarian... so Sam91 must be French!'
'I think he must be hungry,' said Sam91. 'Time for me to get that nasogastric intubater out. Wish me luck - it's my first one!', she called out to the Captain, as she donned her yarmulke of Painful-but-not-so-spiritually-beneficial-minor-surgery.