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  As the Goblin exited the office Lord D’ark was waiting for him, “Goody two shoes potion worn off early has it?”

  “The cops made me take a neutralising potion while I was under the influence of goodness.”

  “You’re lucky you had your jelly baby potions with you.”

  “How do you know about them? They’re supposed to be secret.”

  “It just came on over the news, they interviewed the policeman, quite confused he was. Are we going to do a job together or are you just going to mess around all the time?”

  “I mustn’t get caught again or I’ll make the emperor angry. I don’t like him when he’s angry.”

  “Nobody likes him when he’s angry. That’s why his mother had to let him play with a small South American country when he was a boy.”

  “South Vespuccian, you’re in a different dimension.”

  “Let’s do an easy caper together then.”

  “What do you suggest?"

  "We could raid the mobile phone factory?"

  "I don't need a mobile phone, besides we'd have to steal millions of the things to get a big enough return."

  No, I mean the mobile phone recycling factory. They get scrap gold from the old phones and store it on site. There could be up to 500K in gold there."

  "Come to the gold recycling factory," said the D'ark Goblin in a sarcastic advertising voice while twiddling his fingers, "to get Phone gold 4U."

  "Oh very good DG, almost as good as the real advert, pity you didn't get the finger twiddling right, you looked as though you were doing a puppet theatre and you'd forgotten the puppet."

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