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â  Grown feathers, havenât ya? P.C. fucking Plodâs bathroom stomper? God, look at you. Tavernerâs long outgrown her periscope goose neck and you couldnât get down the stairs faster than Charlie Chaplin.   â  Neither Desk wanted to look like a fool if their investigations proved to be a wild goose chase, who â were paying the bills of the administrative oubliette for a start, one-up from toilet paper. Now heâs sat here looking at a gathering of fuckups around the screens, much like families in pre-war London huddled in front of the wireless listening to Neville Chamberlain, â  so hereâs what weâre going to do.
' Hagrid and Polly Pocketâre out working out their real IQ. Depressoâs off on a Sherlock Holmes project with the eyes and brains of Watson. If you can tear yourself away from gazing at the splendors of Hoâs treasure trove, youâre going to find out everything you can about Donovan and his nutbags. Names. Places. Dates. I want to know if heâs married a Yank and settled down in Stonehenge with inbred kids.   â












