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'You can pull whatever you want；' said the robot； 'but take it from me； you had better start with your fingers。 Unless you can e up with something pretty special； pretty snappish； then you blokes are banjoed； get my meaning； F。。。U。。。C。。。'
'Language； please；' said Professor Slobe。 'I think we catch your drift。 Something pretty special was what I had in mind。'
22
'AAAAOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOO。。。 o。。。 UH？'
Neville the part…time barman awoke after an absence of some eleven chapters。 Scorning the tried and tested 'Where am I？' he settled for 'Why have I got a light bulb stuck up my left nostril？' which was at least original。 His eyes rolled up towards the ceiling； several inches above his face； and a great hand rose to brush away the obstruction blocking one side of his nose。 This bed is a bit high； thought Neville。 But then the dreadful memories of his most despicable situation came flooding back in a tidal wave of adipose tissue。
'The fat！' groaned Neville； his voice rumbling up from the depths of his stomach to shiver the ceiling above。 'The terrible fat！' He tried to move his great St Paul's dome of a head； but it seemed to be wedged tightly into an upper corner of the tiny hospital room。 Painfully he struggled and shifted until he was able to peer down over the great massed army of himself and gauge some idea of how the land lay。 It lay someway distant in the downwards direction。 'OOOOOAAAAAAOOOOOOAAA。。。 UH；' moaned Neville。 'Worse； much worse。'
A sudden sound distracted him from his misery； somewhere beneath his spreading bulk and slightly to one side； a door appeared to be opening。 From his eyrie above the picture…rail Neville watched a minuscule nurse enter the already crowded room。
'And how are we today？' asked this fairy person。
'We？' Neville's voice arose in desperation。 'You mean that there is more than one of me now？'
'No； no。' The tiny nurse held up a pair of doll…like hands。 'You are doing very well； making good progress； great signs of improvement； nothing to fear。'
Neville now noticed to his increasing horror that the midget was brandishing a hypodermic syringe。 Which； although perched between her tiddly digits like a Christmas cracker fag…holder； looked none the less as threatening as any of the others he had recently experienced at hind quarters。
'Time for your daily jab； roll over please。'
'Roll over？ Are you mad； woman？' Neville wobbled his jowls down at the nurse。
The woman smiled up at him。 'e on now； sir；' she wheedled。 'We're not going to throw one of our little tantrums now； are we？'
If Neville could have freed one of his feet； possibly the one which was now wedged above the curtain…rail surrounding his bed； he would have happily stamped the tiny nurse to an omelette。
'e on now； sir； roly…poly。'
'Crunch crunch；' went Neville。 'Fe。。。 Fi。。。 Fo。。。 Fum。。。'
'Don't start all that again； sir。 I shall have to call for doctor。'
'Crunch。。。 splat。' Neville struggled to free a foot； or anything。
'You leave me no choice； then。' The tiny nurse left the room； slamming the door behind her。
Neville rubbed his nose upon the ceiling。 How long had he been here？ Days？ Months？ Years？ He really had no idea。 What were they doing to him？ Pumping him full of drugs to keep him sedated？ What？ He had known all along that it was a conspiracy； but what were they up to？ They had blown him up like a blimp for their own foul ends。 Probably for some vile new hormone research designed to increase the bacon yield from porker pigs。 It was the Illuminati； or the masons； or the Moonies or some suchlike sinister outfit。 Just because he was slightly paranoid； it didn't mean they weren't out to get him。
And far worse even； what was happening at the Swan？ That defrocked Matelot Croughton would have his hand in the till up to the armpit。 The beer would be flat and the ashtrays full。 There was even the possibility of after…hours drinking； Omally would see to that。 He was probably even downing pints on credit at this very moment。 It was all too much。 He must escape； if only to save his reputation。 Neville twisted and turned in his confinement； a latterday Alice tormented in a sterilized doll's house。
The door of the room flew open beneath him and the nurse re…entered； acpanied by a pale young doctor in headphones。 As Neville watched in fearful anticipation； he withdrew from his belt a small black device bristling with a pair of slim metallic rods。 'We are being naughty again；' he said； clearing his throat with a curiously mechanical coughing sound and arming the mechanism。 'Will we never learn？'
Neville the part…time barman turned up his eyes and gritted his teeth； 'Fe。。。Fi。。。Fo。。。'
The pale young man stepped forward and applied the electrodes to Neville's groin。 A mind…rending shock of raw pain； tore the captive barman's nerve endings to a million ribbons and he sank once more from consciousness into a blinding red haze of dumb agony。
23
The afflicted sun swung slowly into the Brentford sky； illuminating a parish which seemed already very much on the go。 There were now none of the customary morning…tide grumblings and plaints which greeted the arrival of each new day。 Here were lads leaping to their feet anxious to continue their labours； and their labours as ever centred upon the forthing Festival of Brentford。 Barefooted children already pranced stiff…leggedly about the maypoles set upon the Butts。 The sounds of hammering and nailing echoed in the streets as the great floats were being hobbled into shape in myriad back to backs。 The borough was obsessed by the approaching event； but the whys and the wherefores were misty businesses not lightly dwelt upon。
John and Jim slumbered amongst the potato sacks beneath a corrugated iron lean…to； sleeping the blessed sleep of the Bacchanalian。 Professor Slobe toiled with book and abacus； and Sherlock Holmes crept over a distant rooftop； magnifying glass in hand。 Norman of the corner shop tinkered with Alien key and soldering iron upon the project of his own conception； and Old Pete with Chips at heel made his way along the Baling Road； cursing bitterly。 Neville slept in a netherworld of force…fed suppressants； dreaming escape and revenge。 The old gods slept also； but the morning of the magicians was not far from the dawning。
'Things are certainly not what they used to be in Brentford；' groaned Jim Pooley。
The allotments being something of a parish nature reserve； the over…abundance of hearty birdsong tore the million…dollar bum and his Irish panion grudgingly from the arms of good old munificent Morpheus。 Jim emerged from beneath his corrugated iron four…poster and grimaced at the world to be。 He shushed at the feathered choristers and counselled silence。 'Before I was rich；' he said； tapping at his skull in the hope of restoring some order； 'before I was rich； I rarely took up a night's lodgings upon the allotments。'
A woebegone face emerged from the lean…to； the sight silencing the birdies in a manner which normally it would have taken a twelve…bore to do。 The godforsaken thing that was John Omally was far better kept from the gaze of children or the faint of heart。 'Morning； Jim；' said he。
Pooley caught sight of the facial devastation。 'Put that back for your own sake；' he advised。 'I should not wish to e to close quarters with an article such as that until far starboard of breakfast time。'
Omally's stomach made a repulsive sound。 'Now breakfast would indeed be your man；' he said； taking his ravaged features back into the darkness。 The birdsong welled forth anew。
'Shut up；' bawled Pooley； clutching his skull。 The birdies put the proverbial sock in it。
'Shall we try the Professor for a slice or two of toast？' Jim asked。
'Definitely not；' a voice called back from the darkness。 'I have no wish to see that good gentleman again。 Buy me back my introduction please； Jim。 I will owe you。'
'I can lend you a quid； John； but no more。'
'Let us go round and impose upon Norman。 He is currently at a disadvantage。 A bit of pany will do him no harm。'
Pooley rubbed at his forehead and did a bit of hopeless eye focusing。 'All right；' he said； 'but if he starts to part the bacon with his left hand then I am havi