It was quite possible that No.l was the only creature on Hybras who ever even thought the human word 'simile'. Saying it aloud would have certainly earned him a thrash-ing. If the other imps knew that his human vocabulary also included words like 'grooming' and 'decoration' they would string him up for sure. Ironically he had learned these words from Lady Heatherington Smythe's Hedgerow, which was supposed to be a school text.
This little marvel can't fly but it can bounce wherever you want it to, Foaly had said earlier, when Holly was signing out her equipment. Only commanders get the flying helmets. I wouldn't recommend them though, the engine's field has been known to straighten perms. Not that I'm saying you have a perm. Or need one for that matter.
All of which would have been a perfectly acceptable code, had there not been a camera pointed right at them.
Doodah waved the hammer. 'You see anyone in here caring how you feel? Offended or otherwise.'
Foaly targeted the four-wheel drives next, firing several pulses into each petrol tank. The BMWs exploded in sequence, turning spectacular fiery cartwheels. The force of the blast cupped Holly and No.l like a giant hand, scoot-ing them on their way a little faster. Holly's helmet protected her from the noise, but poor No.l's head would ring for quite a while.
'You know something, partner,' he said. 'I don't think we're going to need thirty minutes.'
'When I got an itch I can't scratch,