Robinson Balustrade held up a hand. The crocodile of year four’s finest came to a messy stop. ‘Alright, everyone take off their packs and… yes, Prentice? Toilet? Try the ash tree… the one that looks like Mrs Worple after her class has had music on Thursdays… no Dolly, she doesn’t look like an alien with consterpat… where did you learn that word? Mrs Petticoat? Well, you shouldn’t listen when someone is in the ladies, should you? Yes, Mrs Jacobite may but she’s the Head. It’s part of her job… You’re done Prentice? Good, so… no Prentice, we don’t want to see, if… alright Prentice. Yes, very impressive. Yes it does look like Mr Crimple’s left ear, Nathaniel. Not quite as brown, Dolly, yes that’s true. Everyone, we will study Prentice’s stool later. We have an interview to conduct so can you… carefully Prentice, you… No, leave it. I’ll try and reassemble her prosthetic later. Naomi please don’t do that. Everyone, just pick up your headphones and suckers and follow me.’

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