What if there was a "Where's Waldo" that came out and he wasn't on a single page? What if you were Waldo? What if he was never there, yet always there. Not there in another being, but as your won. But as everyone's.
We're Waldo.
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If I catch that bastard I'll stick his -blam!-ing walking stick so far up is arse that the bastard won't ever -blam!-ing walk again. And he'd have to shit out his ears.