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There were many chimneystacks in the nexus, billowing black, sooty smoke, and here and there, one might be hearing the scrambling of shoes against tiled roofs, or scraping inside inside the stacks.
"WHoooooa Nelly!" A voice yelped as even more soot bellowed out of one stack, and a man flew up, the brush catching the wind and carried him aloft. "Now that be a might wind I'll say!" The Cockney-accented man exclaimed as he kicked his feet to aid in the landing.
"Coo...! What strange place this be, I wonder!" Burt tried to wipe ash from his face, but only succeeded in smearing it all over the place.
"What you blokes say be lucky?" He crossed his legs as he used the brush as a support. "And who here says they'res a happy bloke?"
"WHoooooa Nelly!" A voice yelped as even more soot bellowed out of one stack, and a man flew up, the brush catching the wind and carried him aloft. "Now that be a might wind I'll say!" The Cockney-accented man exclaimed as he kicked his feet to aid in the landing.
"Coo...! What strange place this be, I wonder!" Burt tried to wipe ash from his face, but only succeeded in smearing it all over the place.
"What you blokes say be lucky?" He crossed his legs as he used the brush as a support. "And who here says they'res a happy bloke?"