Hugh Hamilton
"What, the drink?"
"No," said Hugh, "the stuff with that guy."
"Oh."
"You see, what I meant was, let's get this case over quickly so I can have a drink."
"Yes, I quite understood."
"Then there's no need to dwell on the subject anymore."
"I agree," said Ben. "Let's go."
"How do we get a permit?" asked Hugh.
"I assume we have to get hired."
A pause.
"Or," said Ben suddenly, "we could just sneak in."
"That sounds easier."
"But…"
"But what?"
"But unfortunately we are hopelessly inept at sneaking."
"Oh."
"My sentiments exactly."
"Do we have to steal people's uniforms then?"
"Yes, my son."
"Right... how about those two?"
"You mean the small guy about your height, and the big guy about my height?"
"Uh, yes," said Hugh, moving his pointed finger away from the two enormously fat dwarves on a motorbike.
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