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Clive had been around, really he had, he'd just been laid up with a cold, but he was feeling much better now, even humming to himself as he made his way downstairs.

When he got his breakfast, he also got a package, a spiffy coat and a Goth Kangaroo plus warderobe.

He blinked, reading the note that had come with it, then grinned, asking for paper so he could pen a quick reply: 'Thanks Sally, the coat is fantastic, and Skippy's in good hands, hope to see you soon, I'll keep an eye out for you, Clive'

If you want to ask what the hell it is the Kangaroo is wearing, feel free, he'll be more than happy to tell you I'm sure.