Once again, yesterday I was out and about town when I realised something foul was afoot.
I got that strange feeling I was being watched; you know the feeling I mean — the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you just feel the watching…
Initially I thought I was being paranoid, but then I noticed something that seemed not quite ordinary:
Indeed, he is not playing saxophone. Nor is he taking on the usual form that Harold the Evil Gnome usually chooses. I am able, however, to recognize an Evil Gnome disguise when I see one. Let’s face it; nobody would spend real, actual money on a statue such as this.
I am aware of your shenanigans, and I am not taking them lightly.