Mr Miller came home after travelling the world, plonked into his old armchair, and said, 'I think I'd like some fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, please.'
'It's a winksquiffler!' he whispered with a thrill in his voice. 'It's...it's...it's...it's even better. It's a phizzwizard! It's a golden phizzwizard!'
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