He flitted about the room, pausing every now and then to ingest some food.
He knew it irritated people, his constant to-ing and fro-ing but that was how he was.
Eventually, he knew, they would get pissed off with him and he would have to go.
Dispatched, swatted with a rolled up newspaper - dratted fly!
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