"Robert Rankin - Sex, Drugs & Sausage Rolls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robert Rankin)`He has a point there,' said Soap. `One that might be worth considering.' `I'll hold you hostage, then,' said the small fellow. `I'll demand a helicopter and one hundred thousand pounds in cash and a takeaway Chinese with all the trimmings and a cat named Lofty and a pair of pink pyjamas and some chocolate cake and--' `Have to stop you there,' said Omally. `Why?' asked Small Dave. `I was just getting into my stride.' `Out of your tree, more like,' said Soap. `What did you say?' Small Dave brandished the gun. `Nothing,' said Soap. `I just sneezed. Out-a-ya-tree. Like that, see?' `Yeah, well you be careful. Or I'll shoot you. `Eh?' said Soap. `We know you're in there,'came that old loudhailer voice. `Comeout with your hands held high.' Neville looked up from his polishing. `Did someone order a minicab?' he asked. `Oh, that's all right, then.' Neville buffed a pint pot on his apron. `Does he want another drink before they cart him off?' `Same again?' asked Omally. `Yeah, thanks,' said Small Dave. `Let me get these, though. Here, hold the gun while I find my purse. Omally took the gun. `If this could only speak,' he said, turning it upon his palm. `What do you think it would say?' asked Soap. `I think it would say, "I'm sorry I had to do that. But you'll thank me for it later."' `Why would it say that?' Omally raised the gun and brought it down upon the head of Small Dave. The midget collapsed unconscious on the floor. `Ah, right,' said Soap. `I got you now. Neville gave Omally a hand. Together they managed to stuff Small Dave up the back of Soap's big black coat. Soap wasn't keen and he put up a lot of protest. But he did agree with Omally that Dave was a very bad man to cross. What with him being such a vindictive, grudge-bearing wee bastard and everything and how it would probably be in everyone's best interests simply to smuggle him out of the Swan and set him free on the allotments. |
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