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It is estimated that there are some 10 quintillion insects alive

at any one time. But forget about them.

This is about me, Lloyd! I'm a fly!

Alright, Lloyd, how's the tidying going?

Going great. Thanks, Dad.

Come off it.

It's still a tip, and it needs a good dusting.

No going out till it's sorted.

What? But I'm going trampolining with Abacus!

It's the closest he gets to flying.

After you've tidied and dusted.

Deep down, you know having a clean room is better, don't you?

Listen to your conscience, Lloyd.

What?

Well, my conscience is telling me not to deprive my best friend

of a chance to fly, actually, Dad.

Dad?

Ugh. Hmm.

Uh. There.

Hm.

All this tidying has made me hungry.

Hum, I suppose I could go all the way to the kitchen,

find a tasty snack, but the dust is right here.

Looks edible. Probably quite filling.

Hum. Ah... Ew!

You're not really gonna eat dust, are you?

Why not? Maybe I like dust.

Nothing wrong with eating some dust.

Huh?

Ahhh...

Huh?

Ah, the lovely, dry dust.

Hm.

Gross.

Huh.

OK. Back to tidying.

Right, that'll do. My conscience is clear.

Hm. Look at the state of this place, a complete mess.

Who, who said that?

Me.

Huh? Me? That's me.

Who else?

Right, just me, in me, my, our room?

Hmm, not bad in here.

It's warm, comfortable, safe.

Just needs a proper good tidy up.

Uh, ha, I guess it does.

Wait. Are you my conscience.

Uh, yes.

Yes, because as your conscience,

you can't get rid of me and have to do as I say.

Right...

Lloyd. Right.

Fine. Since I'm suddenly hyperaware of you,

I can't really ignore you, can I?

Ah. Hm.

Ah, there. Happy now?

Yes, this is much better.

OK, I've tidied and dusted my room,

so now you and my conscience have been appeased,

I'm off to meet Abacus. Good.

Would you mind dropping these books back to Molly next door

on your way? Oh, no. Sorry, I can't.

I said I'd meet Abacus at...

Now, Lloyd. Deep down, you know helping your mother

is the right thing to do.

OK. Fine, fine, fine. I'll check. Conscience?

What? Should I take my mum's books back?

Oh, right. Yes. I'm your conscience, so sure.

Why not? Sounds like the right thing to do.

Fine. Apparently, I really would like to take these books next door.

Bye.

Um, did you hear something?

I think so. I hope we don't have gnats.

How much you've got so much to say for yourself all of a sudden?

I didn't say anything.

I'm not talking to you, Berry.

Talking to yourself then? That's OK.

We can't all be as popular as me.

Here, these are Molly's books Mum borrowed.

Well, aren't you in a helpful mood?

Tell you what, I'll take these into Molly if you take this to Cornea.

Polly said she needed pepper.

Sorry, I have a lunch date with Abacus and a trampoline.

Trampoline?

As in bouncing violently up and down?

Yes, exactly. A trampoline.

You can't go trampolining.

What? Why not?

I feel like I'm missing something.

Uh, because your friend here asked for a favour.

Friend is a strong word to describe Berry.

He's very annoying.

And Berry is stood right here. Who are you talking to?

Friend or not, a good deed is a good deed.

Your conscience demands it.

Fine.

My conscience is insisting I deliver Polly's pepper.

Hm.

Oh, a pepper from Polly. How perfect.

Thank you, Lloyd. Would you like a smoothie?

Hm. What flavour? No liquid! You're not thirsty!

Oh, I'm not thirsty, apparently.

So, I hear. Suit yourself.

Thank Polly for the perfect pepper.

OK, there. Another pointless good deed done.

Now I finally deserve to do what I want!

Um, I'm hungry! I mean, you're hungry.

You should eat first. Should I?

I don't feel hungry, which is weird for me.

Actually, I've felt strangely full since I ate that dust.

Oh, actually, no. Maybe you are right.

Uh. OK. Maybe there's some bagel crumbs under the toaster.

No! You're not hungry for breadcrumbs.

What? Are you kidding? So, what am I hungry for?

Dust!

Really? Why not?

You ate some earlier

without even checking for dust mites or anything.

But it tasted so bland and leathery.

Hmmm.

Mm, Delicious dust.

Delicious? Well, if I insist.

Hmm. Ahh. Ahh.

Smaller portions! Smaller portions!

I wish I'd make my mind up.

Whoo-hoo! Whee! Whee! Ooh.

Lloyd, where have you been?

I was getting worried. I was doing good deeds.

That can be time-consuming.

My conscience keeps telling me to.

Tidy my room, return Mum's books, deliver Polly's pepper.

It's ridiculous. That's nice.

Yeah, I know. I'd cope much better if it wasn't telling me to eat dust.

That's odd. No, it isn't!

No, it isn't, apparently. Anyway, let's bounce.

You don't want to do that. No, wait.

I don't want to do that. Why not?

I don't know?

Why not? I don't know.

I'm talking to my conscience. Because I said so!

Because my conscience said so, OK?

Your conscience says you don't want to go on the trampoline?

Yes. But why not?

I don't know. Why not?

I don't know. I'm talking to my conscience.

Oh. Ohh.

Because I don't want to be bounced around!

Did your conscience just say,

"I don't want to be bounced around?"

Yes, which is, wait, how do you know that?

I heard it. Sorry, you can hear my conscience?

Yes. No, he can't!

He's making it up. I'm not making it up.

He is!

OK, OK, stop that. He clearly isn't. You're not my conscience.

Who are you and why are you inside me?

Oh, fine.

I'm a dust mite.

My name's Alvi.

You swallowed me this morning.

What? I've been flying around, doing what you told me all day!

Well, was that so very bad?

I got you cleaning your room, helping others.

I improved you, Lloyd.

No, I resent becoming a better insect by stealth!

You've been lying to me.

You're a guilty conscience! Come out of there right now!

No! I like it in here.

It's safer than living in dust, getting dusted all the time.

I can put up with the occasional bounce, so go ahead.

Bounce!

No. I don't want to bounce anymore, because I am too thirsty.

No, don't.

I'll be washed away. Oh, I'm counting on it.

Cornea, about that smoothie!

Ooh. Ahh!

Ooh. Ahh.

And I don't know about you, but I feel like a good, hard bounce.

Have fun. Bye-bye.

Whee!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Whee! Whoo-hoo!

Stop! I love bouncing!

Please!

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

OK, you win! I'll come out!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good.

The mouth end?

Of course, the mouth end. Hold on.

Oh!

My conscience tells me you should do one more good deed, Lloyd.

Now yours is a voice I can trust.

Here you go, Alvi.

This place is not getting dusted anytime soon.

Thanks, Lloyd.

I'm sure I'll find a decent home here.

Sorry I couldn't live in you any longer.

See you around.

Hmm.

Unlike my conscience, I cannot ignore a hungry tummy.

You should go look under the toaster.

Yeah, I suppose, but the dust is right here so.

Ah... Don't even think about it!

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