before we go
off bang.'
Rex hesitated. 'We might well go off XXX POTO bang if I press the wrong button.
Six six six is too
easy.'
The lift began to XXX POTO heave violently from XXX POTO side to side.
'It's gonna drop,' howled Harpo. 'We're all gonna die. Save us,
Rex.'
Rex'XXX POTO s XXX POTO finger hovered before the six button. The lift rocked. Sparks began
to fly.
'XXX POTO Press six.' Chico reached for the XXX POTO button. Rex held XXX POTO him back.
'It's wrong. It's a trap, I know it.'
The lights went on and off. The XXX POTO fear flasher flashed and the XXX POTO horror horn
went Woooooooooooooo!
Tress six like my brother says.'
'No.' Rex pressed eight.
The shaking stopped. The lighting sorted itself out and the lift
proceeded down XXX POTO in an orderly fashion.
'How?' Chico asked. 'I missed it.'
'Crawford's not the Beast 666,' Rex explained. 'He XXX POTO lives right next door,
though. You just told me. So six six eight ... that's the code. The next-
door neighbour of the beast. Smart thinking on my part, eh?'
'Dead smart. Except that the TV station is dawn the street. XXX POTO which would
make it six six XXX POTO four.'
'Hmm,' went Rex Mundi.
'This is MTWTV and this is Dick Adamski talking to you live. I have here
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bicephalous. Who, if you missed us earlier, is being held captive by Simon
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