»And now, Ladies and Gentlemen and all beyond and behind it, let's welcome tonight's special guest. Actor and comedian most famous for his unforgettable and remarkables roles in the movies Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters II, Groundhog Day and What About Bob? Clap your hands and hooves and beaks in loud applause for the incredible, the one and only…«
»Llama, what are you doing in the living-room?« I ask all annoyed and just coming home after a long and exhausting night-shift at the Boulangerie Inn.
»But here is yet another surprise guest! Ladies and Gents and all behind and before, a warm welcome to Bromford Bibble, the dude who smells like the town. Applause! Applause! Applause!«
The llama is sitting on the leather couch in the living-room of our penthouse on the rooftop of the apartment-building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. It has moved the couch in front of the flat-screen on the wall using the couch-table as a desk. Next to the couch it has arranged the two armchairs as kind of a seating accommodations for possible guests.
»But before we listen to Bromford's stories about his splendid day or night, let's enjoy some words from our sponsors, Ladies and Gentlegents and all above and below, commercial break!«
»Cut the nonsense, animal.«
I am wiping my tired eyes and try to move at least one of the armchairs back to its original position.
»Hey, are you trying to sabotage my Late Night Show here, dude?« the llama complains. »Don't you recognize the highest form of political discussion and freedom of talk and speech for oppositional opinions in a tyranny when you see one? Are you trying to cancel me? Can't you handle the truth, dude?«
»Oh, please, animal. You are not a talkshow host. And no-one wants to cancel you or your imaginary Late Night Show.«
»Come on, dude. Don't be a spoilsport. Just play along. Ask me who my original guest star was! Remember? Actor, comedian, Ghostbuster? Guess who…, guess who… Please, please, creamcheese please.«
I take a deep breath. This is gonna be one of these days, I think.
»Who is your original guest-star, animal?« I ask.
»It's the fantastic Bill Moray, of course! Applause! Applause! Applause, Gentleladies and all the rest!«
The flat-screen behind the couch and the llama is flickering and suddenly showing the picture of me and a moray eel after the animal has pressed the button of the remote infront of it on the couch-table-desk.
»Bill Moray?« I ask. »Seriously, animal?«
»Hey, dude. I am just trying to be funny here. MAGA, dude! MAGA!«
»MAGA?«
»Short for Make America Grace Again! But I see, dude. You are not in the mood for Bill Moray and free satiric thoughts and speech. Maybe Eelon Mask would have been a better guest.«
It is too early, I think, but thank God, it's Friday.
»Do you wanna be my sidekick, Brommy?«
And I am trotting to the kitchen to fetch an early morning drink.
»Llama, what are you doing in the living-room?« I ask all annoyed and just coming home after a long and exhausting night-shift at the Boulangerie Inn.
»But here is yet another surprise guest! Ladies and Gents and all behind and before, a warm welcome to Bromford Bibble, the dude who smells like the town. Applause! Applause! Applause!«
The llama is sitting on the leather couch in the living-room of our penthouse on the rooftop of the apartment-building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside. It has moved the couch in front of the flat-screen on the wall using the couch-table as a desk. Next to the couch it has arranged the two armchairs as kind of a seating accommodations for possible guests.
»But before we listen to Bromford's stories about his splendid day or night, let's enjoy some words from our sponsors, Ladies and Gentlegents and all above and below, commercial break!«
»Cut the nonsense, animal.«
I am wiping my tired eyes and try to move at least one of the armchairs back to its original position.
»Hey, are you trying to sabotage my Late Night Show here, dude?« the llama complains. »Don't you recognize the highest form of political discussion and freedom of talk and speech for oppositional opinions in a tyranny when you see one? Are you trying to cancel me? Can't you handle the truth, dude?«
»Oh, please, animal. You are not a talkshow host. And no-one wants to cancel you or your imaginary Late Night Show.«
»Come on, dude. Don't be a spoilsport. Just play along. Ask me who my original guest star was! Remember? Actor, comedian, Ghostbuster? Guess who…, guess who… Please, please, creamcheese please.«
I take a deep breath. This is gonna be one of these days, I think.
»Who is your original guest-star, animal?« I ask.
»It's the fantastic Bill Moray, of course! Applause! Applause! Applause, Gentleladies and all the rest!«
The flat-screen behind the couch and the llama is flickering and suddenly showing the picture of me and a moray eel after the animal has pressed the button of the remote infront of it on the couch-table-desk.
»Bill Moray?« I ask. »Seriously, animal?«
»Hey, dude. I am just trying to be funny here. MAGA, dude! MAGA!«
»MAGA?«
»Short for Make America Grace Again! But I see, dude. You are not in the mood for Bill Moray and free satiric thoughts and speech. Maybe Eelon Mask would have been a better guest.«
It is too early, I think, but thank God, it's Friday.
»Do you wanna be my sidekick, Brommy?«
And I am trotting to the kitchen to fetch an early morning drink.
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Today is Friday, the 26th of September 2025.
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