“And That’s How I Came To Write The Flying Nun”
muttering they strolled- well, he looked obscene
- came to write The Flying Nun
- only a naked young girl lying spread-eagled
- raging in his aged skull
- I know you’re part Indian!
- editor of this lunatic volume
“And that’s how I came to write The Flying Nun for half a season,” Devlin du Mauvais said, then added, “They fired me for obscenity.”
“Obscenity?” asked Delight. “Do tell!” She loved everything obscene, especially Devlin because, well, he looked obscene even fully dressed.
“It was only a naked young girl lying spread-eagled on the altar, but they took offense.”
Delight giggled at Devlin and the wickedness raging in his aged skull.
“I found the most remarkable book today,” she said, and showed him The Saga of Hieronymus Warhol. “You’re a character in it!”
Devlin snatched the tome and riffled through its pages. “I must find the editor of this lunatic volume, as well as the authors, and eviscerate them!”
While he continued muttering they strolled into the bedroom where Delight was to perform an erotic skit for her demon lover.
After donning her chaps and spurs, she began. “I know you’re part Indian!”