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The Municipal Pedo Farm

The Municipal Pedo Farm "Tha mus be Councillor Allthwaite," the man in the flat cap greeted us as we arrived at the Weatherfield Workhouse, "Come on in Councillor, warm thee sen by t'fire." "You always talk like some fucking left over from eighteen sixty?" I asked as I went in. "Not always," he said, "I like to keep in character," he explauned, "So you're Councillors Allthwaite and Armitage, you sound like a dodgy comedy duo," he joked, or tried to, "You want to check the Pedo unit?" "Yeah, whats this about healthy eating?" I asked, "Council minutes page 236 of 2015, McDonalds Chicken McNuggets" and I flashed the page under his snout. "Misprint," he said, "Mike Donalds, Chicken Muck Nuggets, look I'll get the file." "Isn't all this on computer?" Al asked. "Oh no, hard copy only here at Weatherfield Workhouse," he said, "It's the real Victorian experience," he paused, "I'm Mike McDonald by the way." "Right," I agreed, "Well I heard the Pedos just sit around all day." "Absolutely," he said, "We do a quick induction and leave them to it." "But the audit report says you only got twenty two left out of the hundred and fifty that was sent here," Al reminded him." "They escaped, look I'll show you round," he said, "You'll need to sign in and it'll take about twenty minutes, we've just had a delivery, a grade B pedo and a woman pedo surprisingly." "Right," I says, "They ought to send them round schools for biology lessons and make them show the boys their cunts and shove dildos up ...

... them and rampant rabbits and make them cum in front of the while class," I said. "Yes," he agreed, "That's what council agreed." "Didn't you realise Johnno?" Al asked, "It was unanimous." "Bit of a blur really," I admitted, "Last few meetings." "Anyway the Pedo is a class 2B, for Boy, and he's in reception." Mike says, "Shall we?" "You a trained syco?" Al asks, "Dealing with these nutters." "No, I worked at the steel works," Mike said, "Mechanical engineer BSC thats British steel company, so come and see my babies!" he led us through the brand new brick built Victorian design building, and he led us down a flight of stairs, "What do you think of that?" he asked as he opened the door to the boiler room. "It's a boiler?" Al said. "It's a Babcock and Wilcox number twelve built in eighteen ninety six converted to gas or wood chip firing!" he said his eyes gleaming. "Right," I agreed. "It provides steam to the machine shop on the top floor." he added. "Right, whats wrong with electric?" I asked. "Too easy!" he said, "And quick!" Mike wandered off to adjust something, "Christ Johnno, we got a right nutter here!" Al whispered. "I've set it for the machine shop, so the central heating works off waste steam instead of the main feed." Mike said as if it meant something. "Right," I said, "These missing pedos?" "Yes," Mike agreed and he took us upstairs, a bored looking fucker aged about a hundred and two was watching a smartly dressed middle aged pedo and a frumpy looking woman as they ...