Origin of the Feces

[Shamus]

Shamus approached the two men from behind. Banger Grim had the young reporter engaged in small talk, pointing out the various shops and features of Level 66 as they walked.

*Ahem, Matthew?*

The two men turned, momentarily speechless to see what appeared to be a floating black watchcap; pulled down until it covered where a neck might have been.

Grim broke into paroxysms of laughter at the sight. "What's with the get-up, Shamus?" he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

*Well, Chief, when ye mentioned 'interview', I was thinkin' we'd be wise t' conceal our mugs, eh? I'm not partial t' havin' me globe on a Bretonian 'Wanted!' poster somewhere!*

"Oh,", said Banger, chortling at his Master at Arms, "and how many floating sentient spheres are out there that can finger you as a terrorist?

"Here, let's have that ridiculous thing off, Shamus!"

The interviewer continued to gape as Banger Grim pulled away the watchcap to reveal the floating titanium globe that "was" Shamus O'Shaunessy. He introduced Lester to Shamus, watching as the two "eyeballed" each other.

*Well met, boyo. Now, ye might wanna be closin' that gapin' gob, or ye'll have a family o' Gaian fruitbats livin' in yer gullet before ye know it!*

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