A Gentleman Smiles At His Love Before Facing Almost Certain Death

A gentleman [to prove it he has the exquisitely shaped moustache [black, finely curled] [which matches his standard-issue leopard skin loincloth]] smiles [though his smile is partially obscured by a sandwich [a honey-soggy, structurally unsound thing [in which all the meat has made a dash for the one north-easterly corner]] which he holds in trembling hands as he smiles] at [that is to say aims a strangely thin and nervous grin across the canteen towards] his [secret] [unrequited] [secretly reciprocated] love [and she uneasily smiles back, her lips [beneath the dark red of her [similarly curled] moustache and above her [thick, knotted, glittery red] beard] forming shapes which lack the confidence she demonstrates on the high-wire] before [“TWENTY MINUTES TIL SHOWTIME!” [somebody shouts]] facing almost certain [he had no problem taming lions [lions are easy] it was all about working with the lion, not against it] death [“did you know that all animals [even lions] [even crocodiles] fear the power of the honey badger?” they had asked him when first it was suggested][“No,” [he had shaken his head sadly] “No I did not”].

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