The Smack Of Corruption

Two team officials have come to visit Arthur.

First Team Official: Arthur Rimbaud?

Arthur: That's me.

Second Team Official: We have reason to believe you intend to ride in the People's Choice Classic with the assistance of the frog cake in your pocket.

Arthur: That is not quite correct.

First Team Official: Are you or are you not carrying a frog cake in your pocket?

Arthur: I am, but it gives me no assistance.

Second Team Official: We shall be the judge of that.

Arthur (opening his pocket) : Here it is. It's wrapped up in a tissue.

First Team Official: Kindly take it out and unwrap it.

Arthur ( taking it out and unwrapping it ) : See.

Second Team Official ( scrutinizing the frog cake) : Is it for eating purposes or purposes of propulsion?

Arthur: It's for neither. It's destined for the Miracle Tent in Middleton on the Australia Day weekend. Mrs Hume asked me ......

First Team Official ( glancing at the Second Team Official) : The Mrs Hume?

Arthur: I suppose she is, yes.

Second Team Official: Alright. Will you guarantee not to consume either in part or in its entirety the said frog cake, on or before the 27th of January?  Nor to use it for purposes of propulsion?

Arthur: Of course I will. It's off. Possibly worse than off. It can't do propulsion.

First Team Official: Sign here then, please.

Arthur signs with an ironical flourish, using the crucifix novelty pen which Sweezus has given him, having been unable to sell it.

Second Team Official: Nice pen!

Arthur: Would you like to buy it?

First Team Official: No, he wouldn't. It smacks of corruption.