Reject is swinging from the bony legs of the skeleton that
hangs from her notice board. They both appear to be having fun. HER MAJESTY
hasn't even noticed. Hunched over the keyboard, staring with intent at the
screen, while occasionally clicking the mouse--we think she's ACTUALLY writing.
We must stop her.
REJECT is putting even more effort into his swing. LOOSE
JAWS are clacking. Crook is laying PUSH PINS on the floor, but so far, only
Treacle has stood on them. Treacle's yelping hasn't disturbed HER HIGHNESS, who
keeps muttering something about Renta Claws and blood spiders.
At least she's not singing.
This would be the point, where Her Majesty would say 'touch
wood; don't want to tempt the gremlins'. Should be changed to 'touch wood;
don't want to tempt Her Ladyship'.
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