imploded (rather confusingly).


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    gun, which she was undecided on whether to commercialise (for surely it would instantly become a ‘must have’ for all the fashionable young murderers and scoundrels of the valley), or simply keep it up her sleeve as insurance if Gloam got any ideas.


    Inghurr, otherwise known as Z-Pop, as the Baroness had heard that Z-Pop now had the ear of Gloam, and might be biddable to bending it in the Baroness’ direction, and she thought that that would potentially be rather useful, given her current ambitions. It read something like the following:


    The Office of the Baroness Volt


    7 Chifley Mews


    Rancid Gardens


    PO BOX 8452


    To the esteemed Mr. Gloam,


    I am writing to seek a partnership in business. I have, as of today, proven that flight is possible, through my proprietary device, which I am naming the Baronet, after my dear uncle Cyril.


    I believe it to have vast applications with regards to transport, both personal, industrial and military. I also have plans to execute a design which will breach the barrier into space, and allow us to visit the 17 moons in our orbit.


    With the scalable economic solution you have devised known as ‘slavery,’ I feel that we will be able to commercialise this product, and create a business that is not only profitable, but will alter the course of history for our humble planet.


    For the glory of Zog,


    The Baroness Thelma Volt