A while back on RF's diary he included a drawing by Doug of Fripp as Agent Krim dating back to the release of Thrak.
Completely unrelated to the above (as far as I know), this post from BeavisofNazareth arrived overnight and it seemed to be a great match to Doug's drawing.
"From Robert’s diary entry of 2 November, this unexpected
delight at the end:
...the last time I picked up someone & held them against a wall.
...leads me inescapably to (with apologies to Chuck Norris):
Robert Fripp does not sleep. He waits. ..
Robert Fripp does not hunt because the word hunting implies the probability of
failure. Robert Fripp goes killing.
Robert Fripp's tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.
Robert Fripp puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter".
If you can see Robert Fripp, he can see you. If you can't see Robert Fripp you
may be only seconds away from death, especially if you are carrying a camera.
Robert Fripp doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the
information he wants.
Robert Fripp is currently in a legal battle with the makers of Bubble Tape.
Norris claims "6 Feet of Fun" is actually the trademark for his
penis.
Robert Fripp can slam revolving doors.
If it looks like chicken, tastes like chicken, and feels like chicken but
Robert Fripp says its beef, then it's f**** beef.
Robert Fripp once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45
minutes having sex with his waitress.
If you see Robert Fripp crying he will grant you a wish, if your wish is dying.
When Robert Fripp practices, the guitar gets faster.
Robert Fripp is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Robert Fripp.
Robert Fripp doesn't understand why you should consult your doctor if your
erection lasts for more than 4 hours. His erections have been known to last for
up to 15 days.
Similar to a Russian Nesting Doll, if you were to break Robert Fripp open you
would find another Robert Fripp inside, only smaller and even more intelligent
and mobile.
Someone once asked Robert Fripp to throw them a guitar pick from the stage. The
resulting throw killed 43 people. The pick was later found embedded eight feet
deep in the arena's reinforced concrete floor. On the plus side, it was stuck
in Jimmy Hoffa's left femur.
When Robert Fripp answers the phone, he just says "Go". This is not
permission for you to begin speaking, it is your cue to start running for your
life.
When you open a can of whoop-ass, Robert Fripp jumps out.
People say the truth hurts, but it hurts a hell of a lot more when it comes
from Robert Fripp.
If you come home to find Robert Fripp doing your wife, it's probably best to go
fetch a glass of water and stand there in case Bob gets thirsty. There ain't no
future in any other course of action."
