"Doyle!"

"Hmmm?"

"I won't do it."

"Yes you will."

"Doyle?"

"Hmmm?"

"I can't, Murphy will be there."

"So? He'll enjoy it."

"Doyle?"

"Hmmm?"

"I can't, Anson will be there."

"So? He'll only choke on his cigar."

"Doyle?"

"Hmmm?"

"I can't, Cowley will be there."

"He requested it to be you, Bodie!"

"Doyle?

"Hmmm?"

"You don't love me anymore!"

"Bodie, you are not going to wriggle out of it! You are going to jump out of that cake, naked! Miss Walsh expects it on her birthday."

-- THE END --

August 2005