"Do me a solid, would you, Smush?" Mogey asked, bustling into the smoking room with his arms full of brochures to various roller skating rinks.
"What do you need?"
"Call the clockmaker and tell him we need him here by five this afternoon at the latest."
"Oh - did your clock break?" Smush queried.
"No, but can't that guy do anything except fix clocks?" Mogey demanded. "I'm trying to set up an ungodly number of dominoes on the staircase tonight, and I'll need an assistant with a hunch back and a steady hand."
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