I respond, "Ms Blyton I simply cannot continue to play with you if you use such disgusting terminology."

          "Oh boo hoo, why don't you cry to your boyfriend?" she responds with sarcastic vigour, miming playing a violin.

             It has now started to rain inside. Only it's acid rain and everything is starting to melt.  In the ensuing panic, there are few choices available to you.

               Enid holds out her hand "Come with me if you want to live"

The End

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