At the giving hour, as the silver chinks into the pint passed round, a moment's silence in the candle flicker.

Thoughts turn to those who cannot shut their doors on the cold, nor warm their stomach with food.

Then three cheers for the clowns and a bottle for the band.

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Oh, Robin, where have you been?

I've been at sixes and sevens.

Well, I've been down the road at fours and fives.

Well, as you were out, warming yourself in the sun,

I had to sipher the mist, and I've never sighed for the mist before,

so I was actually quite panicked about the whole affair.

Well, how did he sipher it? Did he pant?

Well, don't ask how. Ask what kind of mist it was.

Oh, right. What kind of mist was it?

It was a red mist, Robin.

Oh, a red mist.

Are you feeling evil?

Well, no, it was like an emergency mist.

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