A Midnight Feast

We missed the action, says Arthur, looking disappointed.

That's good, says Sweezus. Nothing we could do.

We could have fought him, says Arthur. I know where his knives are.

You didn't need rescuing, did you, says Sweezus.

No, says Arthur, kicking at the door.

They go into the kitchen, where Gastro is starting to come round.

Wa' happened? moans Gastro.

You slipped on a slug, says Rossco. And a piece of slimy lettuce. Help him up, you chaps.

What happened to Ray? asks Sweezus. Why's he slumped back on the chair?

Nothing wrong with Ray that can't be fixed by Sacred Healing, says Rossco. Is there, Ray?

I thought those two had gone, says Ray.

We have, says Arthur. But we need a comb and Sweezus needs his luggage.

Luggage! says Sweezus. It's a back pack.

Back pack, luggage, says Arthur. What's it matter?

There's a difference, says Gastro. I wouldn't be seen dead with either.

Who needs a comb? asks Ray.

The young one, says Gastro. He needs it for the nits.

Nits! says Ray. So that's what's wrong with him!

You fundamentalists, says Rossco. You always think the worst.

You should have seen him, says Ray. He looked like a cockroach when he knocked on my door.

Ha ha ! laughed Rossco. A cockroach! And I hear they nicked your Bunny.

Ray looks forlorn.

Sorry about that, say Sweezus. I was hungry.

Speaking of which, says Gastro. Is there anything to eat?

Help yourselves, says Ray. There's chocolate, not as much as there was, ..... and some cans of fish.