'G. G. Hurrihome was looking up at the moon from his crater in Los Angeles, California, on the west coast of the United States of America, or at least he was trying to, because the seagull shit on the window was prevalent enough to interfere with his appreciation of the bone white sphere with his face on it.' It's G.G., and more in Apple lone and Mother stories where Biff Blunt's features can also be ogled, 'Having biffed, Biff biffed on with his...