Mad Mick grabbed Ben’s arm and led him towards the office.
“Ben we have a crisis. All the documents we sent out are coming back from last week. Apparently the contents don’t match the addresses amongst other things. We need help. I’m getting on to Elect Recruitment for some more temporaries. All hands on deck Ben.”
Ben never had a chance to get a word in before Mad Mick was off still muttering to himself on the way to the in house recruitment people. Faffy seemed to have disappeared too.
Ben re-entered the dispatch department. And stopped.
He hardly recognized the place. It was spotless. Boxes were put away on shelves. Bench tops were clear and the floor was spotless. The DeVito brothers were sitting down drinking coffee.
“Was this down to you …errrm DeVito’s?” queried Ben.
“Arrrrr. Yes it was Maister Ben.” They replied in unison.
Most of the usual workers were in by now too and they joined Ben in his amazement.
“Mr Ben sorr.” Faffy was back. “Oi have been doing me personal assisting while ya were away with Mad Mick.”
“Ermmm OK Faffy and?”
“We have a few problems to be sure Mr Ben. I heard what Mad Mick said and oi have been checking a few details with a friend here.”
“You have a friend here?” asked Ben
“Woy yes sorr I do and there is very little that gets by Len without him noticing it.
“I have never seen any Len’s around here Faffy.” Replied Ben.
“Dat is entoirely understandable sorr. Len Lonely knows this place inside and out but he is unfortunately dead sorr. Has been for a few years now.”
“Dead?” Ben stuttered. “ How can someone be dead and yet still be here?”
“Very easy for Lonely Len sorr. He has always been here, man, boy and phantom. Even when the firm moved from the old premises Len travelled along as part of de foinature as it were. He doesn’t miss much what goes down here and he knows what is causing the problems Mr Ben.”
“Omigod Faffy. He does? What is it?”
Faffy hesitated and cleared his throat.
“Oi am sorry to tell you Mr Ben but Len thinks we have an infestation.”
“Infestation Faffy? Infestation of what? Rats? Mice? Cockroaches?”
“None of dose sorr. Dey would be easy. We have an infestation of Fuck Up Faeries and there’s only one way to contain it.”
Ben was dumbfounded but said in anguish … “What can we do Faffy?”
“We need to call in a specialist in dese matters Mr Ben. Oi have already got the best in the field on his way here now. We need Robert (not Bob) the Zombie.”
“Insanity!” laughed Ben insanely.
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