Yo Mr White! What should i do with those

Yo Mr White! What should i do with those bodies? Gimme a call as soon as you can cos im almost out the blue stuff too. We need to get cookin yo!

Well, you can use the bodies to make some more blue stuff.

of prostheses all over this town, you crazy limb-snatcher! Thought the inspector. But he didn't try and stop them as the stax grew ever larger - a clutch of chrome hip-joints here,

a few snap-on noses over there. The inspector had stopped trying to break up body-part rings because he'd realized justice was a lie, it was an illusion and canard.

Justice was also a jest, a joke and a mockery. The inspector stuffed a couple of kidneys in his pocket to work on at home and caught the tube to the end of the line at Cockfosters.

I lingered in the Cockfosters station until I was sure I wasn't being followed. I then hailed a cab and gave him the address of Sherlock Monk Spencer. The driver ejected me from

the Taxi Cab and into deep space. My education was XRAY, and I studied every Gamma Ray in the Universe. The Universe was expansive and always in the Red Shift

There was a discussion of the sunspots count and we even graphed them in great detail. The Red Shift paid me well enough that I could quit my part time job. Gamma radiation was a

small price to pay to be able to afford a nicer car and better frozen food. I could even eat the food frozen and it would be cooked by the time it got to my stomach. Win-win.