Chapter Thirty-One
Darth Vader
“No one tells me to feed my scones to the fish and gets away with it.” —Kitchen wall (author unknown)
Deidre and the two cleaners stared at the corner.
Crash! Clutter!
“Bollocks!”
A pencil shot from the corner.
They raced to find Verruca using her stick to hold Hilda in a headlock, Hilda gagging from the burnt tofu, and the H-Pad 11 firing pencils, crayons, and even the odd eraser like a tennis ball machine on speed.
A loud thump came from the door of the room with a view.
The Operators jumped.
The door crashed open and the cleaners raced into the room.
“Fight! Fight!”
Mex bristled. “Without me? Impossible.”
DBO peered into the screen. “Fight? Who’s fighting?”
“Some old lady with a smudged face and another in a cape—she came out of Hilda’s pad,”
