
Who are you? Did St.
Onslow send you?

I'm Andrew. I don't know how I got here. One moment I was in a stall at the Parallel Allentown Underground Comfort Station and the next thing you know I was being sucked into the toilet. When I was finally able to climb out, I was here.

Is he with you, Mrs.
Egram?

Hardly. I have never laid eyes on this man.

I've seen him on TV. He eats disgusting things.
Hmmm. I remember this feller from that underground bathroom. He was in the stall next to me 'n he kept
wavin at me under the wall.
Nonsense! I dropped a sandwich.
Hmmm. Then he kept a-
bumpin my foot with his foot.
It's just that I have a wide stance.

Oh,
puh-lease!

I can only assume that St.
Onslow sent him to be a part of your team, Mrs.
Egram.
Team? This is what the Parallel Vatican considers a team? Three time-travelling idiots and a gluttonous pervert?
I'm not a glutton. I just like eat repulsive things. In moderation.

We must not question God's plan, Mrs.
Egram. Everyone, come to the dining room and join the others.
Dining room?
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