The man walked in the night hidden in a great overcoat in the dead silent streets. He looked shifty as he scanned the streets suspiciously.

The gate creaked open on his approach.

“Jimmy!” Lord Cushing boomed and echoed in the chamber.

“Cushing. It’s good to see you.” He responded matter of factly.

“It’s so nice to... see you here in The Middle. What brings you here... Business?”

“I have more of the beasts to trade.”

“Ahhh great. Good. I assume our usual trade lines are healthy?”

“Yes, yes.” Jimmy nodded.

“Well then, what pleasure do I have you to come personally?”

“I’m keen to increase the supply of... my favourite product.”

“I’m already pushing as fast as I can. My fans are starting to see me as ruthless.”

“But my business needs your contribution Lord Cushing.”

Lord Cushing nods with acceptance.

“You want me to take on more beasts so that there is more fodder to be thrown down for you. Am I right?”

“I’m starting to think that you might know more about me than you let on.”

He gave a broad smile that showed too many teeth.

“Have you not considered that I do indeed know everything about you.”

Jimmy smiled curtly. His body seemed to shrivel further back into his great overcoat.

“I’ll take your extra beasts which will give you extra produce but I want 10%.”

“That seems fair.” Jimmy said.

“10% of money made as well as 10% in the final product. I really do love you’re steaks.” Lord Cushing grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes. Alright.” Jimmy accepted hesitantly.

“Great. I would ask you to stay but you know... law and all that.”

With that Jimmy turned and walked back into the night.