…in which your Orfur posts extracts from his NaNovel that may not appear in said work as they appear when taken…

(deep breath, stentorian 1930’s Saturday Morning Serial announcer voice)

OUT OF CONTEEEEEEEEEEXT.

“Don’t ask me yet, for I don’t know myself,” was all that he would say, which was mightily annoying after the tenth repetition.

“Not even a little slap?” Molly asked plaintively.

“Later,” Sam promised. “We’ll find a quiet carriage on the train to France. He won’t be heard.”

Look out for more little squirts from Rob’s mighty brainhose, all of which have been taken…

OUT OF CONTEEEEEEEEEEXT.