8th April, 2014I visited Maury the next day to discuss the Bombinho problem with him. What would Shyton United do? Would Shyton United twist the knife in or show some compassion as Bombinho’s son had been taken? Sheedy Dovani was there, shadowing Maury. He was a creepy fellow, and if I hadn’t been an atheist then I would’ve not been surprised if he had hailed from the deepest darkest depths of hell.
Maury was on his throne. He’d grown accustomed to the throne and I could see why. He had an electronic panel on the side with which he could control everything. He could summon butlers, order food, get something cleaned, notify the board that the club was up for sale, contact Sheedy, get his toe nails clipped – everything he could need. He didn’t have to move an inch.
MAURY: Of course, Bombin
