The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the candlestick makers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a battered workbench littered with the remains of mangled alarm clocks. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the dartboard?'
John entered the candlestick makers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a battered workbench littered with the remains of mangled alarm clocks. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the dartboard?'
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