I must have a story for the end of Octabber. I must. Smokyween or maybe smokydrinkyween has to pass into the stuff of legend, with cheeeldren (vile and unsanitary things) demanding tabs and tipples or tricks.
It must be horrible. It must be scary. It might not scare the readers who visit here, either of them, but it must terrify the drones.
I did a very good job of that many years ago with Telephone Pest and more recently with A Christmas Contract.
This time there has to be a third hand smoke demon. Utterly ridiculous to anyone with half a brain.
Fortunately, few drones have that much brain.