If I were a mob boss, these sleeves would be sleeping with the fishes as I speak. These sleeves are dead to me.
Last seen yesterday. Current whereabouts unknown.
What do we need arms for anyway? That moment – when some clever monkey decided to come down from the trees, when God had some left-over human-dough, when Zeus had that twinkle in his eye, whatever you want to believe – that moment? A pox on it! A pox!! Now we have arms that I have to knit for.
There’s nothing wrong with some fins and a versatile set of teeth, you know.