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They say the last day is coming this summer.

No!

(Explodes in laughter.) Great unjust God!

(Offended.) Well, it was in the papers about Antichrist. O, my foot’s tickling.

Stop press edition. Result of the rockinghorse races. Sea serpent in the royal canal. Safe arrival of Antichrist.

A time, times and half a time.

What?

(His jaws chattering, capers to and fro, goggling his eyes, squeaking, kangaroohopping, with outstretched clutching arms then all at once thrusts his lipless face through the fork of his thighs.) ''Il vient! C’est moi! L’homme qui rit!''