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But they never discovered which particular part of a lamb Mr Flash thought could be the most rapidly agitated. With a rousing battle cry of ‘Snee!’ the Combat Wombat launched itself into the air and attached itself firmly to Mr Flash’s moustache.
The robot, now standing fully upright, was even larger than Murph had guessed. It towered towards the ceiling, casting a giant black shadow across the mosaic floor. Its head was a huge drill, and each of his arms was tipped by a pair of large metal pincers which looked more than a little dangers. And nestled in a chair-like structure attached to the robot’s broad chest was the owner of the high pitched, reedy voice.
Morning/almost afternoon all~