Dai’s words: One day I will steal your cup. The Colonel’s thoughts stuck to his balding head. He had to brush them off with a transceiver. I AM NOT ALONE. I AM NOT ALONE. He was alone in aisle 13 his basket full of freshly minted cassettes. Sensors in the wall detected a slight disturbance … Continue reading Dai Coelacanth – Mackeral’s cryptic cup lung