Well, fortunately I am not consumed--as are some folks I could name--with an obsession to speak to and listen to imaginary characters (except, I admit, for Rapparee). So all the scoffery and mockery that can possibly be poured from Chongo's non-existant gap-toothed maw has no real impact on me. Because, after all, not only is he imaginary, the sorry half-baked product of some Canuck poltroon's fevered hallucinations, but he is an imaginary lower animal, for crying out loud, not even up to the basest of homo sap standards!

Why would I want to pay attention to that? I'd rather pay attention to Marilyn in my dreams than Chongo or his sodden, flea-bitten third-rate ilk.


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