Sowerbutt's Visit

“How dare you burst in here?” the tubby man shouted. “You fellow, stop that, I’ll call the police.” Spaghetti, who was rifling through the metal cabinet in the warehouse’s main office, ignored the request. Sowerbutt sat on the desk and pushed the telephone towards Shapiro. “Be my guest, call the stoppers. Looking forward to hearing you explain the restricted goods in your warehouse. That crate of shooters and the medical supplies are naughty.”

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