“Anyway, dear boy,” said Crumble. “What can I do for you?”
“I just need a fuse for a plug. What's with the cleaver by the way?” said Ollie, wondering if Crumble had decided on a dalliance with serial killing. “You look like Cedric the Splitter.”
Crumble gazed at the large and very sharp implement in his hand. He'd forgotten that he was holding it. `Good job I didn't need to scratch,' he thought absently.
“Oh, I was just using it to chop up some pork belly.”
“And why on earth would you be doing that? You don't usually cook anything down here. Not intentionally anyway,” said Ollie.
“I've come up with a digestible product that combines the protein-based benefits of meat and the vitamin content of a fruity drink.” He pointed to a large beaker on the bench. It contained a lumpy, orangey, t
