Chris found himself in the arrival chamber in a sprawl of limbs, the car seat he'd been seated on just moments earlier seeming to have vanished from under him. The car itself was missing too, for that matter. He sat up abruptly, clearly panicked. He calmed quickly though, relieved to no longer have a van on his tail. He was still nervous, but at
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"You were going to the pictures with Raymondo you bloody woofter?"
Give him a minute and he might notice that Chris looks a bit different, a bit more seventies maybe.
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He approached him, trying to work out why he suddenly seemed to have shrank down so much. It seemed most likely he was imagining him, which was a worrying thought. Why would he want to imagine a miniature Guv?
"Well, I weren't going to go on me own," he replied, staring down at him. "Why have you gone all little?"
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"Maybe you got big," Gene smirks at Chris's image, when in an unfamilar situation that's beyond your comprehension, act superior and mock the first target that comes along that knows less, "ever think of that?"
It doesn't last though, he can't be that cruel. "'S like a fancy phone innit, only you get a mini image instead of just a voice, like live TV."
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The explanation makes very little sense to Chris, but it sounds impressive. "So it's like I'm watching you on the tele? That's good, that is. I'm surprised I've never heard of these sorts of phones before. Better than a normal phone, innit?"
Of course, he probably wouldn't be able to afford one, but he still thinks he should at least have heard of them. As it is, he's never even seen a rich person using one. Not that he's had too many encounters with anyone with too much cash, unless it's to do with work.
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