Turn up the Scoville!

Recalling Brian, who had written his 'Teratology of Apis nonmellifera melancholia' at the age of six, who had been so disappointed in the shades for not accomplishing anything, his diabolical construction of the day-job, the sometime nemesis of Amkreutz, at others bosom comrade, Brian, whose very movement meant danger, had the shades rightly gloomily revering the afternoon sun.

Once the temperature had gone up several Scoville, Amkreutz, his mustasche waxing brightly to the rays of the sun (cf. above), came out of his hibernation. His cheery 'Vaht Up chap-ss?' gave the shades start, which was very unlike them, as I remember thinking at the time. Hurridly, the shades explained all, Amkreutz sometimes attentive, othertimes pulling faces, sympathetic and rebuking at once, the jocular hilarity never leaving his left eye, the right having not come out yet. They showed him the images, which which he inspected with the rigour for which he was well known.
'Brats, we must find this stable of images', was his conclusion.


Also, can you guess?

Yes, it's Good Friday. Minus ten points for thinking it's Amkreutz night all right. Very disappointing, we shall follow your careers with great interest.


i don't know why we have to get a GetAmkreutz silkscreened fan when we could have a mechanical fan with getamkreutz on the blades whirling around like a dervish or a fan and top combined, spinning on the floor while cooling the place down cheer cheers cheers (apologies to messers G. Willan and R. Searle)