A tinny funeral dirge began to play.
‘Doesn’t look good Donnie,’ said Freddy.
Donnie’s hand hovered over his groin, then he heard a high pitched whirring. It sounded like a drill.
‘Guards,’ yelled Freddy. ‘Security breach! Shoot that bastard!’
The doors toppled inwards, the result of a good kick, and there stood Donnie’s rescuer.
‘Achtung!!’ screamed Fritz the German, dressed [...]
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1-9:The Middle Child of the Secret of the Lost Gavel
1-8:The secret of the lost gavel
He woke with a killer headache and groaned slowly while checking his genitalia for evidence of alteration.
Ah, there they were, right where he’d left them.
A sharp and loud beeping assaulted his ears leaving him feeling as if he’d been aurally mugged.
An eye slowly opened and focussed on a mobile telephone not far from his face.
A [...]
1-13:The Secret of the Lost Gavel: A New Pope
Elvis snorted derision, which got him a pointed look from Freddy.
‘We’re clear,’ called-out the Floor Manager.
‘Right, you fuckin’ bastard,’ said Freddy furiously, stepping closer to The King. ‘Why now? Why’d you bring her here?’
Elvis met Freddy’s gaze and the air fairly crackled between them.
‘I smell a bloody rat you over-popular prick,’ said Freddy. ‘You want [...]
1-12:The Return of the Lost Gavel
He groaned feeling like his head was the victim of a friendly-fire incident and instinctively felt between his legs.
‘Ewww,’ he exclaimed with Daisy’s voice which had a tone in the lower-levels of revulsion and shook the liquid from her hand, ensuring it was as far away as anatomically possible.
She reached out with her other hand [...]










