The seventh part of the trilogy:
Skimming time like a stone on a pond
It's turned out weird again
Trail of Crumbs
An unfortunate bullet in the head
Death And Taxes
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
The orderly walked down the corridor. He paused at each of three doors opening the flap and looking into the room. "Poor souls," he muttered, "Hallucinating for weeks. The tall one keeps muttering about wresting a laser from a shark, cutting open the door and escaping."
His supervisor arrived just as he closed the last flap. "I've heard him. Sharks with lasers. Pah! Found on the pavement outside the Euthanasia Curry House in 1979."
"Curry too strong for them?"
"No, apparently it was the after dinner coffee. Eolistblend prepared the Turkish way. Not recommended by the World Health Organisation and banned under the Geneva Convention."
The supervisor lifted the first flap, "Bloody hell, we're going to get crucified for this!"
"This one has gone! Check the others."
In 1979, a cracked trio was sent to the loony bin by a psychiatrist for windows they didn't lick. These men (and a woman) promptly escaped from a maximum security mental hospital to the Slobering-under-the-Bed underground. Today, still wanted by hardly anyone, they survive as crazies for rent.
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire... The Caffeine-Team.