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тАШThe helicopter,тАЩ said Soap.

тАШThe helicopter. I had to take my leave at the hurry-up and itтАЩs hard to run with your trousers round your
ankles.тАЩ

тАШSo you ended up back in the suitcase?тАЩ

тАШI did not. I shinned over her back wall and holed up on the allotments. IтАЩve spent the last week in
JohnтАЩs hut.тАЩ

тАШMyhut?тАЩ

тАШLiving on nothing but JohnтАЩs spuds.тАЩ

тАШMyspuds?тАЩ

тАШAnd his spud gin.тАЩ

тАШMyspud gin?тАЩ

тАШAnd his nudie books.тАЩ

тАШI donтАЩt have any nudie books.тАЩ

тАШYou donтАЩt now. I used them for kindling. It gets bloody cold on that allotment at night.тАЩ

тАШMy hut, my spuds, my ginтАФтАЩ

тАШAnd your nudie books.тАЩ

тАШI donot read nudie books!тАЩ

тАШNobodyreads nudie books,тАЩ said Small Dave.

тАШIтАЩve had enough,тАЩ said Soap. тАШIтАЩm offтАЩ

тАШIтАЩll come with you,тАЩ said Dave.

тАШYou bloody wonтАЩt. No offence, Dave, but I find all this kind of talk most upsetting. Penistry and nudie
books and knob ends getting bitten off It leaves a very bad taste in the mouth.тАЩ

Small Dave looked at John.
And John looked at Small Dave.

Soap looked at the two of them looking, so to speak.

тАШWhat?тАЩ said Soap.

тАШNothing,тАЩ said Small Dave. тАШBut if youтАЩre leaving do you mind if I use you for cover? You could
smuggle me out under that big black coat of yours.тАЩ