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«I'm deleware of your name Mr Astracan.» Womlbs said looking as if he was going to smash him.

«Well as long as you know,» said Aspinall wishing he'd gone to Safely Safely Sunday Trip. Womlbs took down the entrails from Aspinall as quickly as he could, I could see that they weren't on the same waveleg.

«The thing that puddles me Womlbs,» I said when we were alone, «is what happened to Oxo Whitney?» Womlbs looged at me intently, I could see that great mind was thinking as his tufted eyepencil knit toboggen, his strong jew jutted out, his nosepack flared, and the limes on his furheads wrinkled.

«That's a question Whopper.» he said and I marveled at his grammer. Next day Womlbs was up at the crack of dorchester, he didn't evening look at the moaning papers. As yewtree I fixed his breakfat of bogard, a gottle of geer, a slice of jewish bread, three eggs with little liars on, two rashes of bacon, a bowel of Rice Krustchovs, a fresh grapeful, mushrudes, some freed tomorrows, a basket of fruits, and a cup of teens.

«Breakfeet are ready» I showbody «It's on the table.» But to my supplies he'd already gone. «Blast the wicker basket yer grannie sleeps in.» I thought «Only kidding Shamrock» I said remembering his habit of hiding in the cupboard.

That day was an anxious one for me as I waited for news of my dear friend, I became fretful and couldn't finish my Kennomeat, it wasn't like Shamrock to leave me here all by my own, lonely; without him I was at large. I rang up a few close itamate friends but they didn't know either, even Inspectre Basil didn't know, and if anybody should know, Inspectre Basil should 'cause he's a Police. I was a week lately when I saw him again and I was shocked by his apeerless, he was a dishovelled rock. «My God Womlbs» I cried «My God, what on earth have you been?»

«All in good time Whopper» he trousered. «Wait till I get my breast back.»

I poked the fire and warmed his kippers, when he had mini-coopered he told me a story which to this day I can't remember.

Мерзкий старый клоп Горазд Вилзонд выиграл Всеобщие Выпендры с небольшим прелягушеством над партией Торчей. Таким выбросом, партия Леньдуристов вновь прошла в масти после долгого перерыва. Все это он и не смох бы осупществить без полости Профобузов, возголовленных Франтом Каменьсом (который теперича обесперчил сове ПОРОЧНОЕ МЕСТО в нанитинских санках, а Фронт (всего лишь 62-летний) Балбес — нет).