Fumbling with his coattails, Jimi was feeling very uncomfortable at the post-opera soiree, but he wanted to try to meet the infamous Dr. Slowo. It was claimed that she could heal whatever linguistic ailment afflicted you, be it st-st-stuttering, or lissssssssssping. Or just plain mmmummbbbbling. Jimi’s problem, ever since he bumped his head on the doorway while entering the Pussenboat was that he would be talking. And then. There would be these. Bizarre pauses. Between his words. And phrases. At times, speaking Spanish would banish these pauses. But considering most of the people he encountered everyday did not speak Spanish. They. Had to. Endure. The pauses. Jimi sees Dr. Slowo near the punch bowl. He walks across the room. And. Begins. To ask. …