"What are you doing here?" and the visitor laughed: "that's no way to welcome your Dutch Uncle on this happy Emoji Day!" at which Martin Elginbrod WS QC stood up and embraced Martinus Scriblerus, renowned phillumenist, with the largest collection of match-boxes in the world and indeed, in every way his Dutch Uncle, both literally and figuratively: "do you want to collect some of your Brexit royalties?" and as Scriblerus sat in the chair facing Elginbrod's he smiled, his usual wolfish grin, as he reckoned up the likely dividend from the copyright on the word his nephew had registered in his uncle's name, and the letter – oh, a forgery, to tell the truth, but a sufficiently perfect one to be accepted by the Copyright and Intellectual Property Agency in London – dated a week before the first public use of the term for Britain's Exit from the European Union in a blog post in 2012 by Peter Wilding, and every penny generated by the use of the word in any medium in Europe and the United States flooded into the Brexit Account at the Royal Bank of Scotland and was split fifty/fifty by the Uncle and Nephew Team; well, not quite, there was of course the stipend paid into a London bank in the names of several of Mrs Theresa Maybe-Maybenot's former amd present Cabinet members, as recompense for the risks they were running in ensuring that the word BREXIT was on everyone's lips as it threatened to derail and scuttle (who cares about mixing metaphors in a good cause) the Conservative Party; "you know I like to mix business with pleasure, Martin?" said Scriblerus, and his nephew's face brightened as he wondered what kind of debauchery they would be involved in later, but then: "we've just enjoyed the pleasure, Martin, now down to business!" and the Edinburgh lawyer studied his uncle for a clue, until Scriblerus nodded: "it's that pair of dolts, MacFarlane and Doubleday, they are putting everything we have worked for in jeopardy!" and while Martin agreed that his most important client and his valet were a nuisance, he wasn't quite sure where this was going, until Scriblerus explained: "it's the Creator, I have a contact, but this is so very hush-hush, you must never, not ever breathe a word of it, to no-one!" to which Elginbrod readily agreed, deciding that it would not be appropriate to correct his uncle's English at that moment: "well I can vouchsafe it to you, Martin – MacFarlane and Doubleday have been using the Space/Time Wormholes to avoid death, too many times; my contact tells me that the Creator is seriously considering pulling the plug!" and Elginbrod's eyes widened as the realisation hit him: "on MacFarlane and Doubleday? pull the plug on them?" but Scriblerus shook his head: "not on them, Martin, on everything, on the suns and planets, on the darkness, the light and the blueth, in short, Martin, on The Universe!"