Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I was either stuck in meetings or sitting with my ailing laptop in IT!
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The Howells –or, at least, the people who looked and sounded like the Howells– were next. They carried a spanner and a dagger.
"I swear," Mr Howell declared, "if I see hide or hair of that boy, I'll brain him!"
"Not if I stick him first." The Professor's stomach turned at the thought of Mrs Howell relishing Gilligan's demise.
–But that's what you want, too– the voice in his head insisted. –You want the oaf dead. Life would be a lot simpler without him fouling everything up–
"Shut up," he told it. "I don't want Gilligan dead!"
–Whatever you say–
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