All the rest of the day on the wild screaming thick fen the Fix-it-up-Chappie was fixing up Stickmen. Off again, on again, in again, out again, through the machine and back round about again,
Still paying money, still running through, changing their nails every minute or two, ...
Until neither the Plain- nor the Nail-headers knew whether this one was that one or that one was this one or which one was what one or what one was who!
