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to reveal her face. Morning is breaking. The face disappears, and the hat whispers, “kiss me, beneath the milky twilight.”
With a generous helping of grump from TallyBen, the hat in MickeyWarr’s tantalising dream vanishes. The firm kick to his hip drags him back into consciousness.
“Yes, kiss me,” he says.
“You what?” says SpudGunn, as he wakes just in time to avoid the next customary kick.
MickeyWarr’s luxurious dream is instantly destroyed as he sees SpudGunn looking at him quizzically. Where’s that wonderfully luscious journey, the one with the mystery girl leading him into the woods? Can he fall asleep again? Can he pick it up again? Just where he left off?
“Oatmeal again!” says SpudGunn.
A measure of watery sludge is dolloped onto his chipped, enamel plate, “wouldn’t mind some potato sometimes! Bubble and squeak even, with lovely tender cabbage, the way mum used to make it.”
Looking at MickeyWarr he says, “you know, cabbage, with just a bit of bite to it. And some steam gently rising, as the butter begins to melt and ooze over the top!”
“Butter!?” demands MickeyWarr, “when did you ever have butter? In your dreams mate!”
MickeyWarr doesn’t wait for an answer. He takes his breakfast and sits down at one of the long, uneven trestle tables at the far end of the Asylum. Like a lost puppy with no friends SpudGunn follows him, waddling like a British Bulldog. He sits at the opposite side of the same table.
“I’m getting fed up being stuck in this building!” says SpudGunn, “it would be nice to get out today, I’d be happy to be on a ship, doing a raid or something!”
“It’d be nice to get out, full stop,” replies MickeyWarr!
“How’s the escape plan going?”
“Pah! Look at these people! No ambition!”
The escape plan is going nowhere, because MickeyWarr hasn’t yet met anybody with enough gumption to do anything about their imprisonment. It’s as if they’re all robots.
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