Owl

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Despite years of persistent and earnest attempts to convince the world that he is romantically imbued with a tortuous madness as an excuse for his reckless whims and idle manner, there is a concensus that Owl is in fact just a fat, useless Yorkshireman. Usually a quitter, however, he pursues his mental aberration story with vigour, maintaining that if there ever was a blood test that showed he was truly, in fact, bonkers, you'd all be sorry then, wouldn't you, eh?

On the other hand, having been programming computers since he was 10, there is little wonder that the freak is a lock out when it comes to real life.

Comments

Fella said…
In the confines of space we will have to keep an eye on Owl. We don't need a loose canon rocking the boat. Mixed metaphors be damned!
Friday, June 24, 2005 2:34:00 AM
Captain Beefheart said…
Agreed - first sign of the Red Mists coming down and we'll shove him in the brig
Friday, June 24, 2005 9:24:00 AM
Spirit Of Owl said…
Huh? How do you know of the Red Mists? Who are you!?
Friday, June 24, 2005 12:26:00 PM
Fella said…
A good captain knows everything that happens on his ship.
Friday, June 24, 2005 12:36:00 PM
Captain Beefheart said…
Uh oh, he's getting antsy... get the cattle prod ready
Friday, June 24, 2005 1:28:00 PM
Fella said…
Set a phasers to broil!
Friday, June 24, 2005 5:29:00 PM
Spirit Of Owl said…
You're making me broily. You wouldn't like me when I'm broily.
Friday, June 24, 2005 7:11:00 PM
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