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object until he thought about some of the spotty, greasy, black toothed women that lived in his neighbourhood and was forced to nod his head in agreement.
        “She was terrified,” said Geoffrey, “she was screaming!”
        “She is not screaming anymore,” said Greebol.
        Charlie held his breath. “What did you do to her?” he asked slowly.
        “Oh not much really. I just took her voice.” Greebol picked up the small metal box from the table and shook it. “It is inside here now! You should have seen her Charlie, shouting as loud as she could but nothing coming out!”
        “Her voice is trapped inside that box?” questioned Charlie both disturbed and impressed. “Let me guess… another invention of Lousina the prostitute professor?”
        “She really is quite the clever lady.”
        “Indeed. A regular client are we?”
        Greebol beamed. “She seriously is the best in the galaxy. You will have to sample her delights yourself sometime.”
        “I think I’ll pass,” Charlie mumbled. “I like my ladies to have two eyes.”
        “It is not the eye you want to worry about,” said Greebol, “it is the three vaginas! To the untrained it can become very confusing!”
        “Charlie… who is this plastic fantastic scoundrel?” questioned Geoffrey nodding in Greebol’s direction.
        “Well… he is… it’s a little hard to explain,” answered Charlie, “I only met him today. You see… he kidnapped me as well! We’re in the same sinking boat you and I Geoffrey.”
        “It’s King.”
        “As I said Geoffrey … he kidnapped me, he kidnapped you. At this moment in time we are equals. Your abduction has nothing to do with me!”
        “Are you trying to tell me this is not all your doing Pinwright? That this isn’t some cheap misguided attempt to acquire your job back?”
        “Finally he understands!” shouted Charlie flinging his arms in the air.
        Geoffrey George frowned. “Then why the bloody hell am I tied up and you aren’t?”
        Charlie stumbled. “Well…” The more he thought about it, the less he could think of a reasonable excuse. Eventually he turned to Greebol and said, “Why is he tied up and I never was?”
        “Simple,” said Greebol, “he looks like he could put up more of a fight.”
        Charlie felt ashamed and slightly annoyed at the same time. Was it just a general impression he gave people that he was not tough, not hard, not a fighter? True, he never did any sort of exercise, unless tapping on the control pad of his computer console constituted as exercise. If that was the case then his fingers must be stronger than an ox. He could probably lift a car with these fingers. The saying ‘I could kill you with my little finger’ came into mind. Something he would have to put into practice one day.
        Geoffrey George on the other hand smiled, even though he was still tied up. Of course, he knew he was stronger than Pinwright. Of course he was! How could he not be? Pinwright was a weed of a man. Other than that pot belly of his he was as scrawny as a poodle. Geoffrey liked to think that he was built like a beast. If he wanted to, he could not only be king of the electrical repair industry, he could be king of the boxing ring! Thunder Fists, that’s the name they used to call him in the school playground. In reality they used to call him Fatty Fists due to his unusually lumpy lard filled fingers, but Geoffrey, being Geoffrey, heard nothing but praise uttered from his spotty classmate’s mouths.
        “I don’t blame you for keeping me tied,” said Geoffrey, “I could rip you in half sir! You and your silly village people moustache!”
        Charlie flinched. Geoffrey George did not realise that behind that village people moustache, behind that plastic complexion, stood a grey skinned alien. He half expected Greebol to pounce at the chubby man and suck off his