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Lalley turned his face and circled his bellybutton - only to find a window where the door had been. He threw a saucepan out and yelled atop his lungs: "Shit!!!". This is the true story of a man dedicated to forming a pocket in time. His day finally came at that night. He was approached by an armchild. He carried a hotwaterbasin and towels. Heavy with duty the armchild announced his message:
"Lalley. I am here to engage and encapsulate you to a saga unlike anything nice."
He spoke of undoable things.
"You want to form a pocket in time - you need to gather thread from the beard of the sleeping manfish. The beard is oceanwhite. Then you push the seed of new life in the grounds of mount McTastic. You wait a while and a mustard coloured boy will crawl up from the soil. He's your armchild. You can use him to deliver one message to anywhere in the world, kinda like I've been sent here to."
Lalley listened in angst, as the armchild spewed his paragraphé de finalé.
"Use your armchild wisely, for you can only command one in your life. There will come a moment in your journey, that will allow you to manipulate time. It is down to you to be up to it."
Lalley was spoken for by trevor and disbelief. He shimmered in the papillon moonlight as he relayed what had just happened. It took him several minutes to finally open his mouth. The armchild was still standing there. Lalley said:
"I never meant quite that with making a pocket in time, you see. I only have fancy pants with no pockets, and I've been asked to pocketeer a laymanshow this evening. I was only hoping to get a pocket done in time for the show."
"Use the thread from the beard of the manfish to sow it and send the armchild to announce the guests your slightly later than planned arrival.", the armchild replied through a slightly tilted posture of the nose and brow.
"Won't it take me days to gather the thread etc.?", Lalley then asked.
"Well... yes. Goodbye." The armchild jogged swiftly away and in to a wall.