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GRYTPYPE: Yes, well we’ll be the judge of that. SEAGOON: Alright. It’s just there under that pile of rubble. GRYTPYPE: You mean your wall which we knocked down.
SEAGOON: Yes, yes of course, I’m free. And it’s all thanks to you.
How can I ever thank you.
GRYTPYPE: Oh I’m sure we’ll think of something. But first about your
SEAGOON: Wait a minute, did you say OXYGEN meter. GRYTPYPE: Why yes, you have, or should I say did have one don’t you? SEAGOON: Tell me, is it small, black, have two red buttons, a slot and a circular dial with the words AIR TIME REMAINING printed on it in a Times typeface? GRYTPYPE: Yes that’s it. SEAGOON: Then I haven’t got one. GRYTPYPE: Well you’d better get one hadn’t you sonny. SEAGOON: But I’ve no need for such a device. GRYTPYPE: Oh but you do. You see the worlds oxygen supply is diminishing, not because of the decline of the rainforests, but because of people like you, who use a hoover. The truth is that all the oxygen is being sucked up hoovers all over the world and this area has just been officially designated a OXYGEN FREE ZONE. SEAGOON: So that means all the oxygen’s free then? GRYTPYPE: No it means you haven’t any oxygen left. SEAGOON: Ahh what tosh, I’ve never herd of anything so ludicrous. GRYTPYPE: Well, your only alive now because your using the oxygen in your lungs, try breathing out and holding your breath. SEAGOON: Alright. (Pause) (Concerned mumblings) GRYTPYPE: Believe me now. SEAGOON: Mmmmmmm (Still mumbling)
GRYTPYPE: Would you like my dear friend, confidante and co-inventor
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