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"I expect you have a name, too," she prompted.
YES. THAT'S RIGHT.
She waited again.
I'M SORRY?
"What is your name?"
The stranger stared at her for a moment, and then looked around wildly.
"Come on," said Miss Flitworth. "l ain't employing no-one without no name. Mr... . ?"
The figure stared upwards.
MR. SKY?
"No-one's called Mr. Sky."
MR... . DOOR?
She nodded.
"Could be. Could be Mr. Door. There was a chap called Doors I knew once. Yeah. Mr. Door. And your first name? Don't tell me you haven't got one of those, too. You've got to be a Bill or a Tom or a Bruce or one of those names."
YES.
"What?"
ONE OF THOSE.
"Which one?"
ER. THE FIRST ONE?
"You're a Bill?"
YES?
Miss Flitworth rolled her eyes.
"All right, Bill Sky... " she said.
DOOR.
"Yeah. Sorry. All right, Bill Door..."
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And so bill door was born lol