The Ghoul Page #5

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bloody thing, I say!

Come up to my lair.

Sorry. Place is a bloody mess.

Sign of a creative mind. Or a lazy sod.

Ah please, sit, sit.

Now, just because we're plumbing

the depths of the unconscious mind,

doesn't mean we can't have

a cup of tea or coffee?

Er tea, please.

Normal tea or some sort of gay tea?

We've got the lot.

- Er, normal, thanks.

- Coming up.

There you go. Nectar of the gods.

Now, then how are you?

Er yeah. Fine.

It's good of you to come

out here to the sticks.

You'll find I have a bit

of a different approach to Dr Fisher.

I don't believe in all this

awkward silence stuff, you see.

If you don't say anything, I will.

Most people start talking sooner

or later just to shut me up.

Did you notice the books? Seriously,

he is into some weird sh*t.

Mm-hm.

Magic. The occult. Weird science.

The bottle. There is a bottle. Ask him

about the bottle. Seriously, weird stuff.

Talking of bottles Pah,

pah, pah, pah, pah!

One more. One more? One each.

Now, I-I-I've been tinkering and

You know, just researching online,

and all this stuff that Morland's into,

anthropology, maths, magic,

it's all linked, all linked.

- Mm, come to this thing tonight.

- Ah, nah. I-I-I don't

- Come on! Come to this thing!

- No.

There's some really interesting

people I'd like you to meet.

You'll get on like a house on fire.

and it was run by the CIA and the FBI.

Wiretapping, infiltration, brainwashing

Don't talk to Danny.

He'll fry your brain.

This isn't some bullshit, mind

you, like the illuminati,

or lizard men at the south pole

civil rights movement, black

panthers, anti-Vietnam

It's heavy. It's like a child's body.

A fat child. It's all in fifties.

Course, I'm 19, right? I got no brains.

I don't think to get a cab over to Gav's.

I get on the Tube.

F***ing hell.

I'm sat on the Tube with enough money

to buy a f***ing house.

Anyway, Gav's got this money counter

off a mate's dad who owns

a furniture store.

There's 300 rolls of cash.

It takes about an hour cos

the thing keeps jamming.

And we get to the end

- and it's under.

- F***ing hell.

So we go again, of course.

Takes another hour.

We have to iron the f***ing money

with Gav's mum's iron. Yeah?

- And it's still under.

- What happens if it's not all there?

- It has to be there.

- Yeah, but what happens?

It has to be there.

But how does it benefit

them to beat you up

or worse if it's not?

It has to f***ing be there!

So the machine's f***ed,

we'll have to count it by hand.

We've got a wrap of speed on us.

And, I don't know, hours

later, the sun's coming up,

our fingers and wrists

are f***ing killing us.

We can't see straight, we're

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