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Chapter 12
Mr Kipling paused from looking at the screen to have some tea. Mr Nutkin followed, which was a shame, because if he’d waited a few minutes, he would have seen Mr Kipling turn puce as he drank the tea, and seen in slam the cup down in disgust. As it was, he had to endure the rather foul tasting tea, too. Mr Kipling stormed out of his office, looking for the man who made the drinks. On finding him he bellowed “You! What’s your role round here?”
The finance director looked a little bemused “I’m the finance director” he said
“Very good. Stick with it and don’t ever pretend to be the tea boy again. You. Cannot. Make. Tea.” Mr Kipling stabbed the air as he said those last words.
The finance director, knowing when not to argue, simply nodded, then shrugged eloquently as Mr Kipling’s back was turned.
Back in the office, Messrs Kipling and Nutkin drank some water. After a few minutes of staring at the screen in silence, Mr Kipling sighed.
“There is a problem. The right edge isn’t all there in places, and some of the lines are a bit blurry. It might make creating an accurate copy a little difficult.”
Mr Nutkin shook his head. “You don’t have to make it completely accurate, just very similar. Your branding and name will ensure it becomes successful, and so long as it doesn’t taste too different people will go for a name they already know rather than trek down to some obscure little village somewhere.”
Mr Kipling smiled.
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Meanwhile, out at sea, a small crew fretted on the deck of a rather nice, but now decidedly broken, sailing boat. The owner paced back and forth muttering to himself. As he paced past a chic, petite woman she heard him say something about having to start charging himself at this rate. He paused, and peered frantically around, scanning the ocean and - oddly - the sky. After a few moments, in which no boats or sea planes came to their rescue, he shook his head.
“There’s only one way you’re going to make it to the mainland…” he said, looking pointedly at the sea.
“I told you all at the start” said a voice from out of sight, “I was only doing this trip so long as I stayed dry. Sorry n all.”
“Very well”, said the woman, “if I must” and dived in.
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The yeti and his partner were now walking down the river, nearing the mouth. In the distance they noticed a splash by a boat that looked like it had anchored out at sea a way. As they walked down they realised that the splash had been made by a person, and they seemingly weren’t just going for a swim near the boat. They reached they river mouth at about the same time the swimmer did. Dusk was beginning to fall by now, an there was no-one else around.
The person got out of the water and waved frantically at them.
“‘Scusez moi, do you know where the tea shop is?” she asked.
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