“Well, whatever you do it'd better be quick,” said the indignant zombie. “If I get damp in these holes I'll get mildew, and before you know it I'll turn into a compost heap.”
“Stitches look funny,” said Flug, holding a hand up to his mouth like a giggling schoolboy. “He a prick.”
“Do you mean he's all prickly?” said Ronnie, rolling himself a fag to steady his frayed nerves.
“Uh, yeah,” said Flug.
“Quite right,” said Mrs. Ladle. “There's no need to indulge in any trouser based references to describe the poor boys condition.”
“Thank you,” said Stitches. “Nice to know someone's being compassionate.”
“Especially when he looks like such a knob.”
“Well that's just charming, Mrs. L,” said Stitches, who looked not only disgruntled, but rather freaky. Several of the sticky, pointy things had
