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-{{a|opcoboone|}}Sweeney tailgaited tdragged his heels to the underground exit and hesitated briefly, screwing up his nose and regarding the iron-gray sky. It would rain.
+{{a|opcoboone|}}A gunmetal sky was spotting Barrington Road with fat cold blobs as the station clock struck nine. The underground exhaled a gust of sullen commuters onto the pavement. Black brollies bloomed on first contact with the rain. [[Edd Sweeney]] didn’t have a brolly, or an overcoat, and he was late. He sighed, tucked his chin into his collar and began to stomp through the forming puddles.
-[[A.J. Paul]] manages to lure [[Edd Sweeney]] out of his office by calling from reception as a tax driver. Also they discover a way of communicating by transporting down a wormhole into another dimension in the time-space-tedium contiunnus. They key is to find a portal — these are usually negotiation oubliettes — which you have to slingshot yourself around, but if you miscalculate your trajectory you get sucked into it forever. Edd and AJ do this but work out that the must fundamental particle in space-tedium continuum does not collapse - indeed, the negotiation oubliette is a field constructed out of these fundamental particles — so the key is to find one. You have to reopen the portal and “[[Knee slide|knee-slide]]” out of it, using a legal weapon of inargumable, petulant, infintessimal objectionability that no-one can object to it, at which point a brief window opens  through which you can [[knee-slide]] or [[Swept-back wing glide|jet-plane]] out of it.
+After a minute, an urgent toot. “Hi, Sweeney, old man!”
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+Edd turned to see a plump young man with floppy hair beaming at him from a taxi.
+“Oh, hallo, Roly.” It was a trainee in his department.
+“I say, aren’t you running a bit late? Cripes, ''I’m'' late enough, and I’ve got wheels!” Roly slapped the taxi door happily.
+Edd nodded and approached the taxi door.
+“Oh well: See you at the office! Don’t get too wet!” As he pushed the window back up, Roly barked, “Let’s crack on, driver!”
+Edd stared in damp disbelief as the taxi pulled back into the traffic, drenching his trousers as it went.
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 The artist once known as the Barber collected a sheaf from the printer and stalk back towards the office that he shared with Roly.