Sinclair ZX Spectrum

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l was sitting in my favorite relaxovlbra chair with my head engulfed in the latest sensurvisiono-smellie movie when the call came. The starlet, Luna Voluptua, was about to melt into the hero Cmel's arms when she faded out of focus, taking her sweet smelling perfume with her to be replaced by the stale public highway smell and ragged [rather than rugged] features of my superior, Grant Houseproud. "My dear fellow", he started, his eyes glinting as a birds do when it has hold of a worm, "I am so sorry to be interrupting you. You were watching that new movie Return of the Geriatric Ant men from Croydon weren't you? Yes I thought so. l recognized the perfume. The Great Crabman explodes at the end soaking the Ant Men in his bodily fluids and so saving the universe." Grant had the talent of making enemies of not only people he knew but also perfect strangers. "But to business. You are required to attend a meeting in the Hyper-Offices of the Local Grand Council room number SCRELCH32/A. Oh and by the way I'd arrange your flat ready for a new tenant in case you are unable to return."