Marriage? Troublesome? No, it was a sacred state into which Tinky Winky would someday enter! While he and his beloved Mikaw had not yet set a definite date, they were as engaged as a Teletubby and an office manager could ever be.
"Mawwiage good!" bellowed Tinky Winky, flailing his purple arms. So flustered was he, he quite forgot his usual greetings (no Eh-oh! for Tony).
A look of fright passed over Tony's face as the flailing purple creature gravitated towards him.
"Yes, yes if you want!" he said, fear in his voice, but strangely level headed, "I didn't mean to insult anyone. If you feel marriage is your piece of cake fine by me. Are you taking a husband or wife?" (It had a purse for god's sake.)
A husband? A wife? Tinky Winky's voice, as unmistakably effeminate as it was unmistakably masculine, probably didn't help to signal the genital allegiance of the Teletubby. He flapped his purse and did an awkward jig from side to side.
"Tinky Winky mawwy Mikaw! Mikaw Scott!" This probably didn't help either. It was doubtful whether Tinky Winky actually understood gender, so the Teletubby was not well-equipped to detect what question was being asked, let alone to answer it.
Scott. That was a man's name wasn't it? Somewhat relieved to be facing someone that he perceived as being of the gentler sex he relaxed and made to pay the creature a reasurring pat on the paw. "Oh, that does sound lovely. Many congratulations. I suppose I shall have to bring you a present, even if I don't know you that well." He paused, and wrinkled his brow in thought. "What type of things do you like?"
Tony spun on his heel and bent over like a tropical bird, head potruding out as if that could somehow improve his eyesight as he peered around the the room for the owner of the disembodied voice. Having failed in locating the object of his search he turned back towards the creature and stood up straight.
"Excuse me," he said, "I thought someone else was with us. I heard a voice, you probably did too, and I assumed it must belong to someone else. It talked differently than you do and the funniest thing happened, it said that it does cocaine. Coacine seems like it would be a very bad wedding present, like candy, because you know it is very hard to share without one person getting upset about the certain amount they get. I should get you and Michael something you can share equally shouldn't I."
"Mawwiage good!" bellowed Tinky Winky, flailing his purple arms. So flustered was he, he quite forgot his usual greetings (no Eh-oh! for Tony).
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"Yes, yes if you want!" he said, fear in his voice, but strangely level headed, "I didn't mean to insult anyone. If you feel marriage is your piece of cake fine by me. Are you taking a husband or wife?" (It had a purse for god's sake.)
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"Tinky Winky mawwy Mikaw! Mikaw Scott!" This probably didn't help either. It was doubtful whether Tinky Winky actually understood gender, so the Teletubby was not well-equipped to detect what question was being asked, let alone to answer it.
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Somewhat relieved to be facing someone that he perceived as being of the gentler sex he relaxed and made to pay the creature a reasurring pat on the paw.
"Oh, that does sound lovely. Many congratulations. I suppose I shall have to bring you a present, even if I don't know you that well." He paused, and wrinkled his brow in thought. "What type of things do you like?"
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A disembodied male voice somewhere in the Teletubby's immediate vicinity chimed in: "I do cocaine!"
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"Excuse me," he said, "I thought someone else was with us. I heard a voice, you probably did too, and I assumed it must belong to someone else. It talked differently than you do and the funniest thing happened, it said that it does cocaine. Coacine seems like it would be a very bad wedding present, like candy, because you know it is very hard to share without one person getting upset about the certain amount they get. I should get you and Michael something you can share equally shouldn't I."
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