2 thoughts on “The Strange Castaways Of Quartet Island”

  1. ” You imposter, Jones! You UTTER bastard! Whilst on the love couch you promised me life would be no Prison Camp…that we would go on a Caribbean cruise…you promised me a red dress! You said, oh, how romantic!, we would escape to the air around the stars where I would soar like a goddess – !” … “Yeah, yeah, I know. Just keep bailin’ or we’ll never get to Jamaica!”

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