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The piece of paper read:

GARBAGEMAN STOP

Dave stopped.
"What? That makes no sense! What kind of mission is that???"
Nerd-boy sighed, already having figured out exactly what the message said, and why Dave was having problems with it before he had even read it.
"Keep reading," he suggested, "The word STOP doesn't mean cease to observe the text, instead it is used in conjunction with correspondence of the telegramic variety to insinuate the use of periods in dictation."

Having only understood the first two words of Nerd-boy's sentence, Dave never-the-less got the idea of what he should do, and continued reading.

GARBAGEMAN STOP DANGER HERE STOP MISSION FOR YOU STOP SUPER SECRET STOP MEET ME AT THE BUS STOP STOP COME ALONE STOP STOP BY A STOP AND SHOP SHOP ON THE WAY AND GET ME A PIE STOP I LIKE MINCE STOP

"Hmmm," Davie Mused, "I wonder what the mission could be about."

"Well, given the expediance with which the correspondence was fortuitiously presented unto your presence," Nerd-boy began...
"Ok, I'm off then," Dave said quickly, trying to avoid another jargon-filled spiel.
Grabbing his super-clean jacket, and a spare uniform stuffed into a rubbish bag, he gave Fido a good-bye tummy rub, told Nerd-boy and The Human Electric Cable not to look at his cards while he was away, and dashed off, ready to face Danger.

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