CC Murphy

Fat George and Fat Tony are in the middle of bible reading and prayers in the Springer Secure Corps Staff canteen when the unexpected happens, the stargate opens up, the Monkhouse falls through along with the Beadle box of canned laughter.

Brushing himself down, the Monkhouse approaches the spotlight:

They call me Concentration Camp Murphy. It’s sod’s law working for the Springer Wraith.

The Monkhouse looks about him theatrically before seizing the imaginary moment:

Do not move, or even breathe, if you wish to catch Der Springer before he finally leaves the limbo dancers behind.