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{{a|opcoboone|}}When Opco, Algy and George filed into the ''Defence Against Indemnities'', classroom Professor Skank was already at her desk. She was peering intently through her monocle at a clockwork contraption installed on her desk. | {{a|opcoboone|}}<div style="text-indent: 20px;">When Opco, Algy and George filed into the ''Defence Against Indemnities'', classroom Professor Skank was already at her desk. She was peering intently through her monocle at a clockwork contraption installed on her desk. She twiddled intricate dials with a self-satisfied look on her face, the children could see drive-shafts turning interlocking gears, which turned interlocking flywheels and elastic fan-belts. Eventually she pressed a button marked “ANALYSE”. The machine whirred, ratted, and a punch-tape spat out from a dispenser at the bottom and dropped into a stainless steel tray. | ||
Professor Skank retrieved it and regarded the output, her eyes aglow. | |||
The class settled in. She placed her personal organiser on the desk and stood up, beaming. | |||
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The Adventures of Opco Boone, Legal Ace™
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When Opco, Algy and George filed into the Defence Against Indemnities, classroom Professor Skank was already at her desk. She was peering intently through her monocle at a clockwork contraption installed on her desk. She twiddled intricate dials with a self-satisfied look on her face, the children could see drive-shafts turning interlocking gears, which turned interlocking flywheels and elastic fan-belts. Eventually she pressed a button marked “ANALYSE”. The machine whirred, ratted, and a punch-tape spat out from a dispenser at the bottom and dropped into a stainless steel tray.
Professor Skank retrieved it and regarded the output, her eyes aglow.
The class settled in. She placed her personal organiser on the desk and stood up, beaming.