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Wrestling with the SRS BZNS of the azkafic made my brain rebel from time to time.
"Er," Midas Miggleworth said, when he got out of the prison transport. There were rather more palm trees than he had been expecting, which is to say that there were palm trees. There were also hammocks, many of which were occupied, and beach towels spread along a stretch of sandy beach that was all the more improbable for being located in the middle of the North Atlantic.
"Not that I'm complaining, you know," Miggleworth told the Warden, "but I had distinctly been informed that I was going to prison."
The Warden grinned cheerfully and slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, you didn't think you were going to Azkaban, did you? Not for white-collar crimes. No, it's the minimum security prison for you. Fernando here will get you checked in."
Miggleworth tried to come to grips with the idea that Fernando was a Dementor in a Speedo.
"See you in three to five!" the Warden said, climbing back into the transport. "I expect you'll be gibbering. The Dementors only serve Singapore slings, and they always leave out the Benedictine."
Fernando handed him a scratchy white towel. "Welcome," he said dreadfully, "to Azcabana..."
Wrestling with the SRS BZNS of the azkafic made my brain rebel from time to time.
"Er," Midas Miggleworth said, when he got out of the prison transport. There were rather more palm trees than he had been expecting, which is to say that there were palm trees. There were also hammocks, many of which were occupied, and beach towels spread along a stretch of sandy beach that was all the more improbable for being located in the middle of the North Atlantic.
"Not that I'm complaining, you know," Miggleworth told the Warden, "but I had distinctly been informed that I was going to prison."
The Warden grinned cheerfully and slapped him on the shoulder. "Oh, you didn't think you were going to Azkaban, did you? Not for white-collar crimes. No, it's the minimum security prison for you. Fernando here will get you checked in."
Miggleworth tried to come to grips with the idea that Fernando was a Dementor in a Speedo.
"See you in three to five!" the Warden said, climbing back into the transport. "I expect you'll be gibbering. The Dementors only serve Singapore slings, and they always leave out the Benedictine."
Fernando handed him a scratchy white towel. "Welcome," he said dreadfully, "to Azcabana..."