They found Matt next morning in his secret den at the back of the factory wall, reading How to Control your Ego - A Guide for Guitarists, and sipping his drink of mother's milk and tonic. Matt's sanity had certainly gone downhill since they'd last seen him; his right-hand man, Jim, had obviously suffered trying to cope with their new gangster-style life, although it did mean he got to do lots of cool artistic graffiti the likes of which had never been attempted before.

"Matt," started Chris, "We need your help about this stupid plan to illegalise fried food. We thought what with your: profession, you could help us keep our business rolling over?"

"What's the plan then?"

"We thought we'd use the old farmhouse, and set up again, selling to everyone as before with the exception of anyone who's likely to be able to stop us trading, and they'd be too scared to go into that particular district anyway."

"Great idea," ejaculated Matt, "And then we can start up a bar as well there, and then we could move into Clethorpes as well, and, after that, we could organise a national setup with places in all grotty cities, and the way I see it, if we can just get a contact in New York, we've really made the big time," Matt continued, reaching an orgasmic state as his ideas came over him.

Chris and Dave looked at each other and both uttered a sentence consisting of a sequence of less-than-complementary words rhyming with Hobby. "That might just be a little tiny bit unrealistic, Matt, but the first bit, starting up in the farmhouse, was good."

"Cheers, Chris, one of my better plans, I thought."

"Matt, just organise how it's going to work - no world domination plans, no attempts at overcoming the mafia, and no ideas about opening the place with a gig of any sort. Just help us get the thing set up as it is now, but in secret," persuaded Dave.

Matt told them it was all sorted, and went back to his magazine. Chris and Dave wandered back home, their fingers crossed, and their thoughts confused.

They got back, and had a quick fry-up to recover. Things were going as well as could be expected, since Matt seemed to have appreciated the lack of necessity for total world acclaim, especially since the nature of the project required there to be no publicity other than word-of-mouth.

Chris and Dave had a fairly noticeable lazy streak, so they were happy to let Matt run things as long as they could check he was running them in the right direction. This was fortunate, since now that Matt had a sniff of the idea, he was going to be running it from now on, even if only running on the spot for a while.

They finished off their last few sausages, and headed for the pub.