Ha! Could very well be the Stig

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Originally posted by Gromit:

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Originally posted by Newro:
Colin on the other hand, some say he was born in space and raised by wolves.

Colin's the Stig?

Some say ... but *pssst* it's a secret.

Now, Colin was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think you can take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do you?

Just save a few for your bad days...

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit.
The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing.

Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked,

heavy as lead.

And that's where old Colin found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way
You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person...

And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up...

And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand...

And point where the bullet wants to go.

(Coiln was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)

I guess old Colin didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads.

That's not bad, Boog.

Modified it from Tom Waits and William Burroughs.

Cool. I likes them a fair pace.

Is that a term? It is now.

indeed.

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Originally posted by UberDog:
Colin has no neck, his hands are the only way he can keep his head up.

He has no hands either. Those are his shoulders.