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The Gremlins Complete Text

Gus kept his head and put her down nice and easy on a straight strip of the Dover-London road, got out, and asked a policeman to get on the phone to his squadron and tell them where he was.

A little later his sergeant and fitter turned up in the squadron van and examined the machine.

"Four bullet holes in your starboard wing, sir," the seargeant reported, "and one's gone through your engine cowling and lodged in your magneto casing."

"Sergeant, those aren't bullet holes," replied Barry; "a gremlin did that."

And so, there on the Dover-London road, a new word was born.