Tuesday 7 November 2000

Jailer1: It's arraignment time. Go get the whisk-monster out of cell four. And this time let's not let him escape.

Jailer2: 'Kay.

Sign: Processing Desk Notice

Jailer2: Cell four. That's the one he's sharing with the maser-wielding flying robot, right?

Jailer1: Righ- WHAT!?!?.

Ennesby: No time to chat, mister gaoler. You know how it is, things to see, people to do.

Jailer2: You want I should try to restrain them?

Jailer1: Of COURSE I want-

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SFX: SHWOOMPH

Jailer2: Never mind.