My name is Mr Touchshriek of "Touchshriek Mail Order and Fantasy".  My shop sells eggshells off the seashores, and empty females.

I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop, to a Mr Walloff Domburg (a reject from the world wide internet).  He is a broken man.  I am also a broken man.  It would be nice to have company.  We could have great conversations, looking through windows for demons and watching the young advancing all electric.  Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them.  I'm not sure if they're from this country, or not.  I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing.

... If I had another broken man ... oh I dream of something like that!

A killer Vinyl (literally) ...