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— Yes, Mr Staker. We'll do everything we can. Can you describe it to me?
— It's about two foot tall. Long slender neck.
— Yeah.
— Kind of orange and black bill.
— Anything else?
— Well, it's a swan.
— I trust you had a pleasant trip. Fascist.
— I beg your pardon?
— "System of Government characterised by extreme dictatorship." Seven across.
— Oh, I see. It's "fascism."
— Fascism. Wonderful.
James Reaper: — What happened, Danny?
Danny Butterman: — Car accident.
James Reaper: — Nasty way to go.
Nicholas Angel: — Constable, official vocab guidelines state we no longer refer to these incidents as "accidents," they're now "collisions."
Danny Butterman: — Right.
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Amanda Paver: — What happened, Danny?
Danny Butterman: — Traffic collision. Hey, why can't we say "accident" again?
Nicholas Angel: — Because "accident" implies there's nobody to blame.
— Could you tell the Inspector I've arrived, please?
— No.
— Why?
— He's not in yet.
— She certainly has a distinctive laugh.
— She was in my year at school. Always had a thing for her.
— She clearly has a thing for older men.
— What, with Martin Blower? No way!
— We just sat through three hours of so-called acting, Constable, their kiss was the only convincing moment in it.
— Hey, now you come to mention it, I too have reason to believe she favours the older gent.
— Really? How so?
— Marcus Carter's big brother said he'd fingered her up the duck pond.
— What's it like being stabbed?
— It was the single most painful experience of my life.
— What was the second most painful?
— It's Frank! He's appointed himself judge, jury and executioner!
— He's not Judge Judy and executioner.
— See what I did there?
— You hypnotised him.
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