Cerulean Cape driving on the sidewalk, looking back and the sky is burning in my rear-view mirror

'crazy how?' came the inevitable reply. murgash shifted back onto his hocks for a moment, considering best how to answer it. how was maude crazy? well, she was away with the fairies -- literally.

'take leave of ones' senses' seemed too harsh a thing to ever come out of murgash's mouth; as he considered how to share with the corsair that maude was infinitely bonkers, it occured to him maybe the handsome midnight-slate man was an ally of harebrained maude. this made his eyes somewhat narrow.

but then he remembered he was murgash, and fuck all sense of self-preservation.

"well, she -- he -- she wosen't all there. mostley there downstairs, sportin' a packege bigger'n yours or moine give or take a scar or two - bot the croizyiest thoing wos he thot he wos a girl!" murgash burst into laughter, bringing a bare paw to his chest in convulsive fits. "oi.. wait a moinute.. ye kinda talk loike she did.. ye ain't cuckoo yerself, are ye?"