Friday, 10 September 2010

Music Club XLIII

Bull: Treasurer’s a vital role, Dom. It musnt’t be taken lightly. We’d be entrusting you with a sacred duty.

Dom: I know, you keep saying. But what stuff would I have to do?

Bull: Lots

Dom: Like what?

Bull: There’s nothing I can point to and say ‘the treasurer did that’, but his fingerprints smudge everything we do here. I’m sure Harry’s files are full of important projects.

Dom: It’s mostly doodles. I looked earlier.

Bull: That’s just the secret code he used, so nobody would steal our ideas. Believe me, the music club is a well-oiled machine. It doesn’t cease to exist because you and Flinchy and that other guy go home.

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