"Weenerman 5000-what?" the Appraising Fool asks.
"Tile-probe, and drain-opener," Twisty replies.
"What kind of fool would try to use that, thing, to clean a drain, or mess with a tile," the jokester in the audience wants to know.
"It’s a long story, but here goes," Twisty starts.
"But perhaps, Retro Prof is right after all," I suddenly interrupt, "I mean it could be art, in a folksy way. The kcane end could be the olden way of doing things, and the flange-bolt could stand for the modern era, when they started making everything out of metal, and we try to bind the past and the future together with bondo and masking tape, but don’t do a very good job of it after all the effort."
"Convoluted, yes, but I can see that interpretation," Retro Prof affirms, "I was going that way myself."
"Convopoluted, but I can see it," the jokester agrees.
"But I’m telling you, that arti-fact is straight of of the Case of the Clogged Pipes," Twisty starts up.
I take Twistine by the arm and guide her away from the appraising stand, "You’ll have to give the young lady a pass," I apologize, "She tends to digress."
The kercheifed lady nods sympathetically, "I had a neice who was that way once, she does the weather up in the pacific Northwest these days, her reports are always about rain, so she tends to digress, to keep things interesting."