The Pimp Returns

So the pimp has been turning up again. Twice I have seen him lurking around my five year old tamagochi. (Can’t remember if I told you or not – but the other one died, I think. I had abandoned it for a while and then when I looked at it again later, the mother had disappeared and the small blob of a child had tears spurting from its face – in a similar fashion to Regan being sick in the exorcist. Projectile tears.)

This time, I have learnt from my mistake and have fended him off – fending him off means simply ignoring him, which I have done with great aptitude.