By The Walrus
Story vaguely, sort of to do with Frankenstein.
I've been thinking, Igor, our relationship is getting a little, erm, tense and, dare I say, stale.
“Igor, come here,” the Baron said through the intercom that he had invented in his secret laboratory and installed in every room of castle Frankenstein.
“Master, come quickly!” Igor said over the intercom as he peeled potatoes in the kitchen of castle Frankenstein.
“Shut up, Igor, and think yourself lucky! There are thousands of starving beggars wandering the countryside who'd jump at the chance of changing places with you – at least you get an occasional turnip and gruel allowance in return for your tawdry, half-hearted favours.”