Jonathan Titmuss

Klinjon was found by the side of a London street. Once we hosed him down and ran him through a chemical bath, he polished up like finest gaming diamond and it turned out he really loved Nintendo games. We gave him a keyboard and he used it to write simple words, then the simple words became sentences, then the sentences became a coherent symphony of communication. We still don't know where he's from, and we don't care.

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