Dr Dennis Heckyll, stood in his massive doorway in his favourite cuddly black nightrobe, having dropped his snot-stained suit off at the drycleaners and surveyed his kingdom. There were bone-white tombstones and fancy statutes of weeping angels as far as the eye could see and this pleased him.
What was he going to spend the giant cheque that Taylor Sweet had given him for Rodney’s funeral? Ideally, he wanted the size of his Mega Morgue and funeral parlour to be even bigger. The front doors to be twice as wide and twice as tall, carved from massive pieces of solid mahogany.
There was only one blight in his vision now, but soon it would be flat and filled with the bodies of dead pets of rich owners. In the past, Dr Heckyll had tried bribing, threatening and even pleading with the family who lived there, but now things were going to fall into his hand. Muahaha!
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