“Alright I’ll do it, but the moment you issue anything I’m out of here,” Simon grunted.
He then fastened himself into the harness, being sure his feet were a snug fit. Lifting the material aside, he fastened his part of the suit. He bent forward to place his hands on Archie’s hips while he velcroed himself into his section.
“Righto! Join us up!”
Simon joined up the two halves with surprising ease. An ease not repeated a moment later, as he struggled to get out of the costume as fast as possible.
Once separated, the front end collapsed laughing uncontrollably. The rear end stood upright, gasping for fresh air.
“Archie, you are an absolute git! Find someone else to poison, I’m off!”
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