Verity Hawkins was unstoppable that morning.

Verity Hawkins was unstoppable that morning. "Good morning, Ms. Potts. I'm here to see the boss. Mr. Stark, do you know what it's like to live paycheck-to-paycheck?" Stark didn't

seem to be about. "Ah, hello Mrs Hawkins. Mr Stark has your paycheck, however he is, erm, in the lavatory at present." Said the secretary.

Mrs. Hawkins, wasn't going to let Stark get away with not paying her one more day. She made a B-line for Mr. Starks private "Boys room". The secretary protested, but Mrs. Hawkins

could not be deterred. She burst into the unlocked bathroom, and yelled "Mr. Stark! I wan't my money, NOW!" Just as she entered, he emerged from the stall. The skirt he was wearing

was cut high enough to start a war, exposing his smooth-shaven leg underneath. "It's for espionage purposes, Ms. Potts," he said flatly, shifting his stance. "Stare if you want."

And so she did, Ms Potts stared until her eyes bled. The seductive spy ruffled his gnarly leg hairs, and grinned at Ms Potts. Slowly, but surely, Ms Potts stood up and sniffed the

smelly air, coming from the spy, but not diverting her eyes - she was detemined to win this staring contest. "That's not fair, you're cheating," Ms Potts said, but the spy

Had learned to hang bicycles on the clothesline and obsessively paint them. His grandfather also taught him to have multiple accents. He was also deaf in one ear. Nonetheless, he

heard (with his good ear) that there was a big art contest with a huge prize. He hurried downtown to enter it and hung up his painted bicycles in anticipation of victory. This was