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{{a|opcoboone|}}The artist once known as the barber sat alone and isolated in a dingy internal office.
{{a|opcoboone|}}The artist once known as the Barber sat alone and isolated in a dingy internal office. A mildewed graveyard of [[tombstone]]s stretched away across his desk hemmed in and overgrown by gnarled stacks of [[offering circular]]s, overgrown trust deeds and rotten closing agendas, belching side letters into a wastepaper basket.


{{Quote|''I’m reviewing <br>The [[confirmation]]<br>Can a fellow be a minion all his days?<br>All the files and information<br>Who knew a bank could [[set-off]] in so many ways.}}
{{Quote|''I’m reviewing <br>The [[confirmation]]<br>Can a fellow be a minion all his days?<br>All the files and information<br>Who knew a bank could [[set-off]] in so many ways.''}}


“I say has, that deal of yours gone [[pear-shaped]]?” Barber looked up at a smug, pudgy, floppy-haired youth, leaning on his door-jamb
“I say has, that deal of yours gone [[pear-shaped]]?” Barber looked up at a smug, pudgy, floppy-haired youth, leaning on his door-jamb. Looks like it has properly cratered.


“Yes, Roly, you could say that.”
“Yes, Roly, you could say that.”

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The artist once known as the Barber sat alone and isolated in a dingy internal office. A mildewed graveyard of tombstones stretched away across his desk hemmed in and overgrown by gnarled stacks of offering circulars, overgrown trust deeds and rotten closing agendas, belching side letters into a wastepaper basket.

I’m reviewing
The confirmation
Can a fellow be a minion all his days?
All the files and information
Who knew a bank could set-off in so many ways.

“I say has, that deal of yours gone pear-shaped?” Barber looked up at a smug, pudgy, floppy-haired youth, leaning on his door-jamb. Looks like it has properly cratered.

“Yes, Roly, you could say that.”