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Jim waited until he was certain Sir Humphrey was on his way back to his office before quickly jotting down several words on a notepad. With a furtive air, he pulled a thick dictionary from his bottom desk drawer. Glancing at the words he'd just written, he opened the dictionary just past the middle. "Om . . . omph . . . ah! Ompholoskepsis. Contemplation of one's navel as an aid to meditation. Contemplation of one's . . . the nerve of him!" Jim frowned, but turned again to the dictionary. No sense trying come up with something to get even with Sir Humphrey until he knew exactly how much he'd been insulted.