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Sayuri looked curiously at the man who
appeared to be their prisoner. “Wait… I
think I know his voice. It’s on the
radio. That paranormal show… Mystifying
Yarns, with… Lionel Baker.”
“Ah!” The man turned to her as if seeing a
light. “A believer!”
“Well,” the drummer looked down a
little guiltily. “To be honest, I only
tune in to have a laugh.”
“Ah,” the man deflated. “Well, be that as it may, I am indeed the Sir
Lionel Baker. Gentleman, polymath,
purveyor of mystery. And host of the aforementioned
radio broadcast.”
Kaya scoffed, “Well it’s a pretty dumb
title. Only yarn that ever mystified me
was when my mum gave me a sweater with Donny Osmond’s face on it. I’ve always hated Donny Osmond.”
“Yeah, well, what are we going to do about
him?” Sayuri asked.
“I don’t know. I think he’s in Vegas at the moment…”
“No, not Donny Osmond. I meant what are we going to do about
Lionel?”
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