there's a book that, when I was a nipper, I started to read and then put quickly down called Weaveworld. It was about a rug that was portal woven from Cthulu's pubes or something... Anyway, on the illustrious cover it had nestled about the centre-piece, a border of tiny invertebrates, slugs and anenomies etc, each chasing the one after it whilst fleeing the suckers, mandibles etc of the creature before... your drunk little church-mice here remind me of that - comment end.
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