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I carried on facing away from my friends. ‘What do you reckon, Bunk?’ I croaked, shortening Bunky’s name to show Gordon Smugly how much of his best friend I was. ‘How about doing an old pal a favour?’

Everything went quiet for a billisecond.

‘Oh alright,’ sighed Bunky, as his bum started to cry.