“You should have said ‘That’s a bit of local slang that readers might not get unless they’re from a certain part of Northern England’.”
“I think it should be Chuckie Chicken.”
“That’s not fair,” moaned Arthur, “you’ve thought of two now!”
“And I’m not taking Sid pills.”
“Let me think of the next one on my own. Right then, who can I think of?”
“Captain Reena?”
“Captain Weenie.”
“That’s a kind of American sausage isn’t it?”
“I think so.”
“OK then I’ll…”
“Hang on,” interrupted Arthur, “I want to do another one.”
“Nkosa?”
“No Kosher?”
“I’ll do Gunby then. Funby.”
Arthur laughed a little, “Just imagine him as a giant children’s entertainer.”
“Funby the river side.”
“As they might say in Lancashire.”
“Mmm,” mmed Sid.
I interrupted, “Very funny you two, but I don’t have to parody the names of the characters, I own the copyright.”
“Well why didn’t you say something before, instead of letting us waste so much time?” Arthur twisted his lips in grumpiness.
“Because I wanted you to say something funny?”
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