(xx) Sweetcorn Mc Block

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as I've seen opens now. And here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. Rushgood and Mr. Orvohini. Mr. Vini, you'll recall, is an apprentice gas meter reader.

He stopped us professionally a little while ago and is lingering to Chadler's right. Oh, I think I'm going to get fired from this job. Hi, Orvoh. Oh, boss had me in his office yesterday afternoon and again this morning.

Yeah. Oh, have you been making mistakes reading gas meters? I've been going to sleep on people's basements. Have you? I've done it half a dozen times. Huh. See, I go down on somebody's cellar to read her half-wet gas meter and I saun her over by the furnace to get warm.

If there's anything to sit down on, I sit down. Then I get drowsy. And before I know it, I'm asleep. Oh, that's tough. Well, of course I've had some nice sleeps. Ha-ha-ha! No! I expect all get fired and then I can go to work full-time raising a popular I got the rottenness not raising popular

you ever heard of look at my numbs go here right this minute tough some clumps sticking out in all directions uh-huh she refuses to lay down fights me back like a mad dog so it was you know I would care to see more phaser man gets discouraged trying to raise a popular somebody in the kitchen hi

I'm not here job think she's down in Westman Northby calling him his target your father yes four fifty Frank Fuddleman there in the picture show sure has got a dandy paulford or his lame brain here lays down slickest charcoal whether evening I'm a little over all right I'm a little I'm a little