In the Chatroom (4)

I’m getting worried… Knight Rider hasn’t posted for over a week. It’s very unlike him.

Let him go, Hoarfrost. Let him fly to the sky swim to the moon, or whatever else he’s doing in his tripped out head.

I’m serious… The last thing he sent me was this piece by this journalist, Sylvie Durer

Sylvie who? Sounds like one of those naked French chicks.

Sharkhole, I did not know your tastes ran to D. Hamilton.

My tastes have always run to violent extremes, Whoresome. What about that drink?

Get away with you! I’m serious, she’s got street cred.

Don’t all artistes?

Anyway, sharkhole, think you should read it…