from The Stolen Postman
Greenslade: And now, scene two; a self-contained unfurnished sewer under the Euston Road....
Grytpype: Now, let’s have a look what’s in this registered boot. Good heavens Moriarty, a registered foot.
Moriarty: What’s it say Grytpype?
Grytpype: It’s from our landlord. “Dear Sirs, Owing to complaints from the tenants of the others sewers about your singing and owwwing after eleven o’clock, I do hereby give you notice to quit.”
Moriarty: Ah howwwee! Or if you like, Hi ih ha ho ho hoou! Grytpype, we’ve been given the registered boot, kicked out, sewerless, without a street over our heads, with nothing but the water we stand up in. Grytpype? Grytpype! You’re not listening.
Grytpype: Mmm?
Moriarty: You’re not listening Grytpype.
Grytpype: I’m sorry. I was just reading this advertisement on the back page of my suit. Listen here, “Wanted, man for exploding. One thousand pounds offered for a genuine charlie in good condition. Apply, The Sultan of Dirtistan.”
Moriarty: Four thousand pounds! Grytpype, with that we could build our own sewer.
Grytpype: Exactly. Moriarty I have an idea. Follow me...