For no apparent reason, Heather Lennox shouted to me:

 HL>>> The flies are certainly yours. And these were found in your
 HL>>> cell and growing mould.
 PO>> I told that deadbeat Rudolph to clean out his stuff by New
 PO>> Years'...2001.
 HL> 
 HL> You had someone else sharing your cell... and a male at that?

I sub-let him the mouse hole in the corner.  Somehow he could fit into very
small spaces, just like his boss.

Phil Osophy

... "Have you picked the name yet?" - Joost

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