Where His Left Elbow Would Be

The next day, Vello and David are back in the office.

Right, says Vello. Let's strike while the iron is hot.

Has Gaius approved it? asks David.

I don't know. Has he? asks Vello.

Sweezus looks up from his screen.

Yeah, I think so.

Good, says Vello, pressing PUBLISH.

It's done. Gaius's article about the orange-bellied parrots, the doctored video, and details of the hidden bicycle competition, are up.

For better or worse, it's done, says Vello. I think we all deserve a short break before we start rehearsing.

Sweezus hears the word 'break'.

David hears the word 'rehearsing'.

Great, says Sweezus. Me and Arthur are heading up the coast for a few days.

A few days! says Vello. How many?

Like, a week? ventures Sweezus.

Two days max, says Vello. I want you to play Candide again in my Fringe show.

Can't somone else do it? asks Sweezus.

Belle comes in.

Do what? asks Belle.

Play the part of Candide, says Sweezus. I always do it. 

David could do it, says Belle.

You flatter me, says David.

Geez! says Sweezus. 

What is it? asks Vello. Are we getting some likes?

Yeah, a shitload, says Sweezus. And heaps of entries.

Has anyone got it right? asks Vello.

Sweezus looks through the entries.

Behind the first tree on the left/ among the reeds in the foreground/ in the water to the right of the canoe/

Wrong, wrong, and wrong, says Sweezus.

Lauren did a great job of hiding it, says Belle.

Here's one. says Sweezus. At the lobster's left elbow.

That's not exactly right, says David. It's not his left elbow.

But it is where his left elbow would be, says Belle.

If he had an elbow, says David.

Do we allow it or not? asks Vello. Opinions?

The fate of the potential winner of Baby Pierre's bottled bathwater lies in the balance.......