As if a light bulb pinged into life above his head, Tank had a thought. You could call it his ‘thought for the day!’

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𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲:’ In reality, it was Squashy who has ‘the good idea’ but the ‘Manager’s prerogative’ is executed and always trumps, (that name again!), any menials earlier idea.

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After all, it is Tank who is being paid ‘the big bucks’ and it is his duty to take the praise for anything good that happens on his watch.

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He expunges the fact that this was Squashy’s moment in the sun and explained HIS idea to the boys: “Why dunt’ we use this new extraordinarily irresistible and remarkable Artificlal Intelligence system generator that is being bandied ararnd’ at the moment? It could really solve this one for us!”

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Tank, warming to his task continued: “Let’s get some o’this Hi-de-Hi-Hi tichnology stuff cranked oop! What dust’ tha’ say Squashy,as you’re the brainiac?”

Squashy paused to let Tank’s own brain cool down; “We could send Grump an evidential photo of us on the job Tank! After all, a piccie paints a lot of words, and you can’t lie with a camera evidence , now can you?”

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Squashy was duly tasked with this easy stuff; that is, when he gets ‘om Tank instructs him to create ‘a suitable AI image of their afternoon toil for presentation to Grump on the following morning.’ In best traditions, Tank does not actually have a clue how Squashy can achieve this mission, without the aid of magic mushrooms for his tea.

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Tank did think, (occasionaly), that this might, if it worked, (doubtful), give the boys time to indulge in a bit of afternoon tea - after all, man cannot live by a lunctime sarni alone?

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𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: All of this technical jargon was said by Tank without the faintest idea of what an ‘aye’eye aye’eye ayoop AI system’ actually was.

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Squashy sighed the sigh of one who has sired so many ideas, without even a whiff of thanks. He had a plan!

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Reflection: Listening to Tank crucifying the English language brought out another sigh from Squashy. As he reflected on their casual meeting of Klaus in the lay-by. “Where does tha hail from?” Tank asked Klaus, who, (after resorting to his Apple Translator), replied “I’m from Deutschland.”

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Do-its-land? Tank had served back to Klaus, whilst Squashy whispered back to Tank, “He’s from Germany Boss.” Tank looking a bit miffed said, “Why dunt he say so then! Flamin’ fore’ners.”

Klaus of course has continued with his journey to Freiburg im Breisgau’ in Do-its-land and had refilled his lorry and continued further east into darkest Europe. Holy Transylvania! What could he find there?

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: ‘𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲,’ 𝗼𝗿 ‘𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿 - 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.’