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'Death who?'
There was a chill in the air. Beano waited. Edward was frantically patting his face . . . well, what until recently had been his face.IT'S JUST THAT IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED THAT I SHOULD BE MORE OF A PEOPLE PERSON.
'I mean, why ? I thought we were getting on really well.
It's very hard to make friends in my job. In your job too, I suppose.'
BREAK IT TO THEM GENTLY, AS IT WERE.
'One minute walking along, the next minute dead. Why?'
THINK OF IT MORE AS BEING . . . DIMENSIONALLY DIS-ADVANTAGED.
The shade of Beano the clown turned to Death.
'What are you talking about?'I WONDER . . . CAN WE START AGAIN? I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THE HANG OF THIS.'Sorry?' said Beano.'I'm s-orry!' moaned Edward, 'I meant it for the best!'Beano watched his murderer drag his . . . the . . . body away.'Nothing personal, he says,' he said. 'I'm glad it wasn't anything personal. I should hate to think I've just been killed because it was personal.'
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