"Well Glenn, you certainly seem to have been busy. I propose a motion..."
Glenn tok a sip of his blood. "I haven't finished Mr Chairman. I have indeed been hard at work. Listen on..."
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Don't you just love Christmas? There I was with Star negotiating our local more. The crush of crowds desperately trying to grab something they could have gotten 6 weeks previously, terrible music... I wonder who it is who puts this dreadful music on?
"Look daddy. It's that strange man again!" There, in bedecked in his gold glittery sandals, whitest of socks, with his dress cloak and a hat festooned with a sprig of holly stood Glenn talking earnestly with what appeared to be the manager of the store. A small package appeared to be changing hands. I rushed over to where Glenn was but, in my haste, I bumped into him. CD's tumbled from the bag he was clutching.
Picking one up I looked horrified. "You... you fiend!!! You do this?"
"Heh. Indeed. Every year."
I looked down at the CD again. "Evil Glenn's Greatest Christmas Hits! All you Yuletide favourites including 'Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas, Cliff Richard's Mistletoe & Wine, Wizzard's I Wish It Could Be Christmas, Shakin' Stevens' Merry Christmas Everyone and many many more..' Glenn! You..."
"DADDY! That is a rude rude word!"
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Applause greeted Glenn once more. "How many did you distribute?"
"Around 100 000!" he cried trumphantly. "But wait! There is more...."