A prone figure lies in a large yet manly heap in the atrium of the dressing room. Slowly they come round and stand up. It is none other than Inspector Clamp Grosky, manliest of men. He runs a hand through his fluffly yet masculine crop of chest hair.
"Hmmm."
He tries the door, but it refuses to open. With manly determination he tugs feebly at the
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