Hector Van Ort lived in a pumpkin. It was a very nice pumpkin, very orange. At one point, it had actually been made of pumpkin, but then it got warm and the pumpkin got unpleasant and Hector had it reinforced with matchsticks and tinder. That worked about as well as one would expect, really. Thankfully [...]
I’ve found that at this point in the evening my train of thought tends to be an empty passenger locomotive dangerously low on fuel, more inclined than not to derail under a slight breeze, and running along rusted-out tracks held together with duct tape and a prayer. The engineer is passed out cold and the conductor’s under the delusion that he [...]