Torchwood: The Men Who Sold The World - Plot & Excerpts
It was a sun-melted mix of Belgian chocolate and maple syrup, and the odds of him being able to stomach even a single lick more were not good. But what kid of 8 isn’t brave enough to try when ice cream of this quality is at stake? ‘When’s this thing get started?’ he heard his dad ask, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other as he waited for the parade to begin. ‘Any time now,’ his mum answered. ‘They don’t run late here, it’s part of the magic.’ ‘Part of the magic, my ass,’ his dad replied. ‘Probably get sued by whatever union people join when they spend their days dressed as cartoon characters. “Unfair exposure to mouse-head heat exhaustion” or “developed mange due to elongated beaver imprisonment”.’ ‘Shush, honey,’ his mum said, giving his dad a clip on the arm. ‘Jimmy’s listening.’ ‘No, I’m not,’ Jimmy replied, dipping his tongue in what remained of his ice-cream cup but not quite daring to swallow. ‘No, he isn’t,’ said his dad.
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