Some years ago we had a spell of freak weather around here, one manifestation of which was a twister or whatever the things are called. Of course being British, we tend to do these sort of things very pisspotically (eg, where America has a multi-million dollar space program, we have a couple of beardy blokes in a shed); the most our twister could do was rattle a few chimney pots.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
