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“You wont keap me at all,” says Punch. “Becaws Iwl whack you on the head head head.” Hes whacking Jack good with his stick he finishes him qwick he says, “Nor I wont keap you nyther” and he flings him a way.

“Oy!” says a voyce and up jumps Mr Clevver he looks jus the same as Mr Clevver in the Eusa show hes got the same red face and littl poynty beard and the horns and all.

Punch looking at him sharp and scanful he says to Mr Clevver, “Who myt you be?”

Mr Clevver says, “I myt be the Pry Mincer of Binland and I myt be the Hard Bitchup of Cantser Belly only I aint. Who I acturely am is Drop John the Foller Man which they call me Mr On The Levvil as wel.”

Punch says, “Dont let me keap you parbly youve got binses elser.”

Mr On The Levvil says, “O no my binses is right here Ive come for a littl sumfing from Pooty.” He hasnt took noatis of the frying pan yet.

Punch says, “Going to give you a littl sumfing is she?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “For my swossage you see.”

Punch says, “That big hard swossage you mean?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “Thats the 1.”

Punch says, “That girt big banger you mean?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “Right you are Guvner thats the very.”

Punch says, “Youre looking to get sumfing for it?”

Mr On The Levvil hugs his self a littl he says, “Um um Im craving for a littl of that Pooty sumfing. Thats what I give her the swossage for din I.”

Punch says, “You mean you give her that swossage befor she give you the sumfing?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “Thats what I done.”

Punch says, “Then youve stil got sumfing coming to you here it is its frying now.” He shows Mr On The Levvil Pooty in the frying pan.

Mr On The Levvil says, “Now I call that a frying shame becaws a dead Pooty aint much good for sumfing.”

Punch says, “Every man to his oan tase. Have a side of bacon.” Mr On The Levvil says, “What Iwl have is my swossage back. No sumfing no swossage.”

Punch says, “What if you dont get your swossage back?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “Iwl have my sumfing out of you then it dont make no odds to me.”

Punch says, “You aint too fussy how you have it longs you have it?”

Mr On The Levvil says, “Im easy longs I have my sumfing.” Punch terns his back and poynting his arse at Mr On The Levvil he says, “Be you ready?”

Mr On The Levvil hes wynding his self up for it he says, “Ready for it and ramping for it and here I come.”

“And here it comes,” says Punch. Which that iron sossage comes zizzing out of him and in to Mr On The Levvil. BANG! Flattens him dead.

“Hooray!” says Punch. “Punch has done for Mr On The Levvil now every I can do as they like.”

“Hooo,” says some 1 coming up then. Its a goast its got a skul face and all in wite. That skul has horns and a littl poynty beard. “Hooo,” says the goast agen.

“Whos that?” says Punch. He dont look easy at all.

“Who do I look like?” says the goast.

“I ratherwd not say,” says Punch.

The goast says, “Do you get like a dropping fealing in your belly when you see me?”

“Yes,” says Punch.

“Thats why they call me Drop John,” says the goast.

“O dear o dear o dear,” says Punch. “How do I make that fealing go a way?”

“It wont go a way,” says the goast. “Itwl be with you longs Im with you.”

“How longwl that be?” says Punch.

“From now on,” says the goast. “Thats why they call me the Foller Man.”

Punch dont look too easy when he hears that. He says, “What dyou want to foller me for?”

The goast says, “I dont want to only I cant help it. When you done for Mr On The Levvil you put me on to you. Mr On The Levvil he ben the out side of me which you knockt him off and now Im nekkit enn I. I dont have nothing I dont have no 1 to live in only you.”

Punch says, “Cant live in me theres no room.”

The goast says, “O wewl fynd room some time Iwl jus ride on your back til then.”

Punch says, “O dear o dear o dear 1 hump is a nuff. I bes be off and put a littl farness be twean us.”

“O dont leave me Mr Punch,” says the goast. “I dont have nothing nor no body only you. The worl is emty for me only you.” With that it hops on to Punchs back its clinging to him all prest up agenst his hump with boath arms noun his neck.