The port Manatoo

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Port Manatoo
Cloning!.......Mass production!.....Hattie Hayridge?
Hattie turned the argumernt on it’s head. Stephen rubbed his chin-‘Someone trustable with bank accounts, gets on with everyone, born like that, smart like the F.B.I........Trust? Techno-shaman, he’s not Roman, called Romes loyalist citizen in Cranty, ‘shot in the bum, stranger men fled’,.... Everyone likes, and born like it, Bill, smart, Nina Nanar’.
Hattie raised her flipper, ‘She looks after thick and the dim, we need 5% like her, cloning, alien abduction, I want children!’, ‘You?....and the rest take pot luck?’. Stephen glumped on his Bacardi, ‘On it’s head, if I needed a doctor, I have my health, oh but a book, yes I do see’, ‘so do 9 out of 10, I've asked….has 10 and a gold medallion…..techno-shaman suggested doubling to India on trust alone’, ‘Another Fry, two an ice cream, a cherry, hundreds and thousands’(an unknown chakraganges law- which are not secrets)
‘..keep all children from men who still share love with you…we must tell these people….Kerry, Nina, Sheila, Anna, mrs Alfred, Christine, Felicity, Penny(marshall)’.
Anthony appeared with tomato juice, checked socks, he waved, ‘good morning’, ‘a mate’, ‘2 out of 3 and born like it’. ‘Which way to the bridge’, stomp, stomp, stomp, ‘um possibly, an evil twisted genie(us)’, his image quivered, ‘feel the breeze......feet don’t fail me now.......Manatoo’, row, row