Welcome to the final instalment of Wash Cycle, the instalment that will be in honour of Lord Smoe's departure from the ranks of tyranny.
I have eaten various things, amongst which have been chippies, which I rather liked.
It was my intention to create a Wash Cycle that was simple, yet deep; perhaps a departure from previous Wash Cycles, but nonetheless an item that would stand the test of time. The learned reader will observe the comparative parsimony of this episode, this is intended to be analogous to broccoli, which is a short vegetable.
Lord Tarquin here signs off the last episode in the annals of WashCycle...and to Smoe, may your underwear eternally bear gilded pastry and your soup forever sing sweet commentary...BING! (of the soul...aaieeeeeee!)
If a cow devours crust, then a man must devour corn...
Olaf Enderberry, 1945
It was a fearful day, and the whole village had gathered in Bomba Dahini's
dung-sided hut.
"Bomba!", they would cry, "Your Toast is suffering, Bomba...suffering
badly!"
The truth was, Bomba Dahini was a false prophet; ever since the late 1300s
he had claimed to be the Divine Toast of Lambroke Valley...but it was not
so. For seven hundred years Bomba had vociferously preached the words of
Toast, but it was lies, damned lies. The village folk were blissfully ignorant though; they thought Bomba's twelve metre-high dung piles were an inevitable by-product of some arcane rite of Toast...but they were so much
more...and so much less...but that's all passed now that:
