'Let's get this show on the road!' Cuthbert cried encouragingly, clapping his hands. No one cheered. He slowed to a gentle pat. He stopped.
The lead singer looked at him curiously. 'I thought you said we had to do this show on the bridge,' he said uncertainly. 'Yo, is the road going to be better for passing trade?'
'I know a lot of people who walk on roads,' the lute player said, nodding.
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 30th of September, 2016
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 23rd of September, 2016
‘That’s right,’ Cuthbert oozed in his most seductive voice, as he remembered a line from a book about flirting during job interviews. ‘I’m here direct from your dreams.’
The judge in green shot up in her chair, staring at him, aghast. The judge in blue’s monocle fell into his drink with a loud plop. The judge in burgundy’s face slowly turned a rather clashing puce.
Cuthbert wondered idly if the tip had been to not flirt during a job interview. ‘Erm...’ he salvaged things, cleverly.
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 16th of September, 2016
'You'll have to forgive her,' the guard on the right whispered. 'She doesn't like people waving spears at her. But - all friends now, eh?'
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 9th of September, 2016
Cuthbert stroked his baby-soft, baby-sized chin thoughtfully, wondering how many more applications of Doctor Hoaxter's Miracle-Grow cream he was going to have to rub in before his full and manly beard came in. Maybe leaving it, and all his other toiletries, at home had been a mistake. He could swear he'd been starting to get a five o'clock shadow. An elevensies at least.
M. J. Magee - Friday, the 2nd of September, 2016
Dave fell, limp, against Cuthbert's shoulder. 'Now look at me,' he muttered. 'I can't see beyond your ear. And I don't even want to see that much.'
'Hey!' Cuthbert cried, a little put out. 'What's wrong with my ear?'
'I don't know,' Dave muttered. 'You should probably get a doctor's opinion.'