On a grey cold day in a damp gloomy city Clayton Claw Cleaver Clementine of The Three Glands, descended directly in the male line with this medical rarity intact, sets oil westwards to take up residence in the vast haunted edifice of Charnel Castle.
Clementine, a polite unknown unsung product of the new world and recently recovered by a miraculous cure from a long decline, alights at an empty crossroads. Standing lonely on its windswept hillside, the great turrets and battlements rear in the sky. Clementine destitute but for his monstrous dog Elmer and a collection of toothbrushes enters this ancient stone fortress. Bedevilled by rats and rotted floors, Clementine stands unbelieving as an unpaid staff assembles out of the woodwork and guests appear barefaced on the tiles of the great hall with their equipment of audiometers, waterpipes, onions and venomous reptiles. Bills run up, debts accumulate, confusion mounts and the Army of Insurrection threatens while the definition of clarity is ringingly declared as `that force given to a fist sent in the direction of a face that when hit has no trouble seeing stars.'
Madness triumphs over love, beasts over man, chaos over reason and for the moment life over death
More crazy than cruel
One of us now
Will spin like a top
On the end
Of his tool.