himbo

"By the time they walk out the play will be over, Himbo.

Maybe we can talk Himbo into faking our presence here for a while.

Gemma should try setting her up with a himbo sometime.

But Himbo might order us off his ship, and keep ours!"

The look she gave Himbo was a fond one, and her hand squeezed his shoulder.

But why don't you come and talk to Master Himbo?

After all, as a stage magician himself, Himbo knew the importance of distraction.

And Himbo insisted on tying his hands behind him.

Himbo paused, looking at them with a considering eye.

"We'll consider it a marriage of convenience, Himbo, how's that?"

He says he doesn't know what a himbo is.

Himbo got up from his perch on the edge of his desk and walked across.

Himbo says it's too close to the bone to exploit these poor devils."

Himbo Petey asked, having arrived with the rest of the cast.

Himbo smiled from ear to ear and put out a plump hand.

And Himbo will never agree to a one-stop hitch."

He cleared his throat as Himbo puffed himself up for the return volley, and stepped between them.

"Do you think we should tell Himbo Petey what's really going on?"

They had to leave, and yet, it seemed that Himbo Petey's people would never want to.

Himbo looked at him and laughed bitterly.

Himbo looked at the still smoldering remains of the bright lattice awnings.

Himbo shook his head, refusing to allow any trace of hope to trickle into his mind.

Himbo Petey will be brought to see you.

But this Himbo Petey seems a cut above most.

Himbo Petey arrived on the scene then, looking grim.