deal with whoever has misappropriated the bung. Pickles Basil Freeloader began to stutter and splutter without attempting to appear from behind his sweating hands: Freeloader Missss-- Mister, sorry Mister Ar-- Mister Arse-- Brudder Mister Bottom! The gentleman’ s name is Mister Bottom! Pull yourself together man! Bottom Just answer the question Freeloader. It shall only be asked once. Did you pass the bung over to Sergeant Duncan Buttass as you were instructed to do? Freeloader I bung-- I bungled-- I did. I did, yes Sir! Mister Ars-- Mister Top. Bottom Then I hold YOU- Marmaduke Twaddle, as leader, directly responsible for approaching Sergeant Duncan Buttass to find out why he has failed to honour this contract. Twaddle You whaaa-- what? Freeloader Yes indeed-- yes! You, you are our leader, after all. Gallowsbird Me and my Cidermen will sort it out. Pickles Olaf Gallowsbird clenched his fist and slammed the table. Brudder A direct attack on the police station is not the way to go about it. Bottom Just get the matter resolved. You have until tomorrow morning. Pickles When Finley Bottom slammed the door the‘ Eighth Earl of Marm’ kicked over the toilet attendants table. He turned on the man who treated his subordinates with contempt: Twaddle Really! A man of your professional composure getting mixed up between Bottom, Top and Arse- of all things! Brudder Not at all the man I’ d recommend as deputy head of B. O. G. Cretin Marmaduke and I are good friends again. Aren’ t we Duke? Twaddle Not now! Cecil! Now Mister Freeloader! Can we please get to the bottom of this bung affair? Cretin Bottom- bung! Bung up your bottom. Good joke, Duke. Twaddle Not now Cecil- PLEASE! And MISTER FREELOADER- I did feel a bit betrayed when you passed the buck back to my innocent personage. Freeloader Act-- actually I passed the bung unto Fabian Pickles. He said he was used to handling those sorts of arrangements. Pickles‘ You frigging little squirming lying parasite!' I shouted in, from the fifth rung up of my little ladder. Brudder He ' s out there, snooping again, Mister Twaddle. Do you want me to drive his nose out through the back of his head?