Bebo

Hoofdstukken lezen

	Potatoes
	“We’d better get going then I suppose.” said Tim, leading them through the corridors. “Can’t we have a rest first?” asked Abi. “No time for resting!” said a voice from behind them. It was Abitbol. “I just came to wish you the best of luck and to give you these.” he said, holding out several potatoes. “Oh thanks!” said Abi, grabbing once. “I’m really hungry!” “WAIT!” cried Abitbol. “They’re not for eating!” They’re for fighting!” “These are weapons?”asked Emily doubtfully, eyeing the tubers. “Uh huh.” said Abitbol. “State of the art. All you have to do is slice them up and stick them in water. “Riiiight.” said Tara as they took the potatoes and shoved them in their pockets. “Well, bye bye.” said Abitbol cheerfully and he disappeared down a side passage. “Are these really weapons?” Abi asked Tim and they started heading once more towards what was presumably the exit. “Yeah. The theory was that if you got caught with one, no-one would suspect you.” “No way!” squealed Abi. The others looked at her. “So what happens when you get them wet?” “Dunno, I’ve never used them before.” By this time they had reached the door that led back into the tiny bathroom. Grimacing at the smell, they crowded in and Tim once more pulled the flush.
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