weft

This strikes me as the ideal thread on which to rear my head once more.

In this neglected, out-of-the-way place I can construct an aqueduct, a breadfruit chunks bottling plant, a base camp for 2,000 hand-picked marines, and THE BIGGEST HARMONIUM IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD – and no one will notice a thing until it’s too late.

Weft, eh? Well, well, well. Jolly good. Carry on, everyone.

I never cared much for the weft. I preferred the eaft, the land of the rifing fun.

I prefer writhing fun, personally.

My work here is done. [dusts hands together]

You'd like to think that, wouldn't you? Bloody dilettantes.

Rex, a pleasure. I can't help but notice that some of your marines are getting a trifle out of hand, however. One or two are planning a raid on the Aja / Dante board, of which surely no good can come, as it has now been peacefully colonised. When oh when will the strife end, we ask ourselves?

when Japanese punk rock bands spread the news on to an unsuspecting public

truly, that would be a perfect world

Fear not, we intend no harm to the Aja-Dante board. We are merely constructing a forward base there as part of our grand strategy to REBUILD THE I HATE ASK A DRUNK BOARD, the existence of which I always considered my principal achievement on the Web. And to have it deleted by some ilX0r munchkin without so much as a by-your-leave… No wonder I spend so much time in the Dame Hermione Doolally Extremely Private Hospital for the Really Quite Upset, Sutton Coldfield.