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{{a|opcoboone|}}<div style="text-indent: 20px;">When [[Opco Boone|Opco]], Algy and George filed into the ''Defence Against Indemnities'' classroom, [[Professor Skank]] was already at her desk, peering intently through a monocle at a clockwork contraption installed upon it. The machine was labelled “RISK TAXONOMISER”. As the class settled in the Professor gleefully twiddled the dials on the machine’s fascia.
{{a|opcoboone|}}<div style="text-indent: 20px;">When [[Opco Boone|Opco]], Algy and George filed into the ''Defence Against Indemnities'' classroom, their regular teacher, Professor Cavalier, was nowhere to be seen. Instead a stout middle-aged management consultant sat at her desk, peering intently through a monocle at a clockwork contraption installed upon it. The machine was labelled “RISK TAXONOMISER”. As the class settled in the Professor gleefully twiddled the dials on the machine’s fascia.


“Good Morning, Class!” she beamed.  
“Good Morning, Class!” she beamed.  
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“Ma’am, where is Professor Cavalier?” asked Algy.
“Ma’am, where is Professor Cavalier?” asked Algy.


Angus Cavalier was the school’s usual Defence against Indemnities teacher. He may have been a crusty old malcontent and a dope fiend, but the children respected him for his practical and direct manner. They forgave him the occasional recess to toot medicinal opium — he needed it, he claimed, to alleviate the pain of injuries sustained at the Battle of Bretton Woods — and in any case it made the remainder of the class a whole lot more languid.
Columbia Cavalier was the school’s usual Defence against Indemnities teacher. She was something of a legend in her own life. Now aged well over eighty, and frequently forgetful and prone to inappropriate outbursts may have been a crusty old malcontent and a dope fiend, but the children respected him for his practical and direct manner. They forgave him the occasional recess to toot medicinal opium — he needed it, he claimed, to alleviate the pain of injuries sustained at the Battle of Bretton Woods — and in any case it made the remainder of the class a whole lot more languid.




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