The Royal Janitor has its pulse on the zininess of the Homeless Nation. A bad dude beating up and shooting people, is no solutuon.
The Continuation of Chapter below. Go there, then come back.
Admiral Swinburne was rather pleased with himself that he had passed the test administered by the beautiful black receptionist. He had gained admission into one of the most Top Secret places on earth, and was about to have a sit-down on a exquisite marble bench, when he spotted a long corridor with sculpture niches. Arthur had been to Osborne house before. It was famous for its collection of sculptures. He had taken time to see the collection on the top floors, but, had never been on the basement level.
Taking a few tentative steps down the hall, he peeked at Ms. Nattitude, who kept her head down looking at her work, which was the singnel to go ahead. Thirty paces down the hall he came upon a corridor that had a black and yellow tape across it. Peering down…
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