4:30

Pick up your scrip in the portico. Tell the kids in the cupola it's time to come in. This isn't going to become the next drowned rat derby. Sit up. Oh that's so better than bananas. Did you hear? Bombay changed her name again. I'd better be in top physical condition when my time comes. Great muttering, clicking of hooves, grating of cheese and stirrup-striking.

Alright, I got to play pinball for a week, completely on-the-ball, and scrap an old shoelace or two. Turn them into dice. Now we know where these numbers come from.

Oooh, shint, turning cunning into space. Er craxy on the 8 ball I know, going to go spell spleen "sleep".