In which the bright-as-a-button Mrs Elphicke signs yet another piece of misguided nonsense penned by someone else, requesting transfer from Cell Block 3, where the population are being held in protective custody, either to Cell Block 2, where they'll be held in protective custody, or to Cell Block 1, where they might be allowed to sup a pint so long as they agree to gorge on pickled onions and are not naughty. (Apparently the latter offer isn't available to Swalians.)
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