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“Yes,” said Jeremiah.
Mr. Flannel got down off the truck and came over to Jeremiah.
“Any day now,” he said, looking about in case anyone was listening
in, “THEY will be here!”
“They?” said Jeremiah, “Who’s they?”
“The Floobles!” said Mr.. Flannel.
“The Floobles?”
“Yes… the FLOOBLES!”
Mr. Flannel looked as if he’d just explained how the world worked,
but Jeremiah was none the wiser.
“Who are the FLOOBLES?” he asked.
“The Intergalactic Fast Food Factory Gourmet Food Collectors
Incorporated!” said Mr. Flannel, “They collect meat from different
planets and sell it to the Exotica Restaurant chain. Aliens from all over
the galaxy eat in those restaurants, but does the food have any say in it?
Not at all!”
“Food?” said Jeremiah, “You mean they collect living things, like
animals and birds…?
“Yes, and HUMANS!” said Mr. Flannel, “That’s why I’m making sure
they don’t get me!”
Jeremiah’s head was spinning. He was almost certain now that Mr.
Flannel was a crackpot, a nutter, and a drongo.
