The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the butchers where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a battered workbench littered with the remains of mangled alarm clocks. Little did he know, but things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I imagine that you've come about the dartboard?'
John entered the butchers where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a battered workbench littered with the remains of mangled alarm clocks. Little did he know, but things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I imagine that you've come about the dartboard?'
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