''Me and Doktor Tchock had this idea. It was about a book that was filled with vital information, incredibly important texts, diagrams and pictures. The book that could explain everything. But this book had been forgotten; it now lay, dusty, yellowed, in an old desk drawer in a locked attic that no-one could find. The book had frayed red cloth covers, fragile, brittle pages; the desk had flaking varnish, scratched graffiti from children now old, now dead; the attic had dust, cobwebs, ghosts, a nailed-shut trapdoor."
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