Thomas Kinkade Julianne's cottage

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Your girlfriend is an agent of demonic powers. That night we saw her on the hill she was prob’ly on her way to commune with evil. What d’you fink of that, eh?’
He grinned. He was rather proud of the way he’d introduced the subject.
‘That’s nice,’ said Victor abstractedly. Dibbler was certainly acting even stranger than usual. Even stranger than usual for Holy Wood, even . . .
‘Yeah,’ going above five!
‘Yeah, a-diggin’ away to rouse them from their ancient slumber to reek havoc, style offing,’ said Gaspode. ‘Prob’ly aided by cats, you mark my-’
‘Look, just shut up a minute, will you?’ said Victor, irritably. ‘I’m trying to hear what they’re saying.’
‘Well, ‘scuse me. I was jus’ tryin’ to save the world,’ muttered Gaspode. ‘If said Gaspode, slightly annoyed at this reception. ‘A-cavortin’ at night with eldritchly occult Intelligences from the Other Side, I shouldn’t wonder.’ ‘Good,’ said Victor. You didn’t normally burn things in Holy Wood. You saved them and painted on the other side. Despite himself, he began to get interested. ‘-a cast of thousands,’ Dibbler was saying. ‘I don’t care where you get them from, we’ll hire everyone in Holy Wood if we have to, right? And I want-’ ‘A-helpin’ them in their evil attempts to take over the whole world, if I’m any judge,’ said Gaspode. ‘Does she?’ said Victor. Dibbler was talking to a couple of apprentice alchemists now. What was that. A twentyreeler? But no-one had ever dreamed of