Pardon me, Amar, not that it is any of my business, and I hope I am not being overly presumptuous here, but aren’t you a doctor? Don’t you know that smoking cigars is inconsistent with good health? Even if you don’t inhale, there is the application of carcinogens to the tongue, gums and buccal mucosa as well as the upper reaches of the throat. And chicks don’t dig the smell, they tell me.
If you give him a hard time about this Avatar he may go back to -that- one. No, not that one, no… no, not.. .the -ponytails- man, the horror of the ponytails!
And there’s nothing wrong with a fine cigar. It’s a far more enjoyable way to get your daily carcinogens than sitting in traffic on the so-called expressway.
I’d think Amar has more to be conerned about right now than the health effects of smoking cigars… such as Cranberry’s current location.
Why is Cranberry in “Basel, Switzerland, under a certain somebody’s bed, waiting silently” anyway and what exactly does Cran plan to do with that fork (and ketchup)?
Amar is quite worried, yes, and keeps checking under the bed. He insists there’s nothing there but a few dust mice and a single sock, but what he doesn’t know is that Cranberry has been taking lesson from the Monsters Under the Beds, and has mastered the trick of only being there when you’re -not- looking.