Trotsky's Lantern

writing's on the wall

You know, I thought that yesterday you were going to say Ice-Pick.

Why would Ice-Pick have popped into my head?

It popped into Trotsky’s.

Well, I don’t think it popped into his head, more buried into it. Besides, the temperature was in the high Thirties, ice-cream was the only thing I could think of.

And today?

Jack Lantern.

Jack Lantern just popped into your head?

It did.

Is this how this works? Things just pop into your head?

Yes.

Well... hang on, i'm sure it's here just not where you think it would be.....