All night Neiwil pawed over Franks data, occasionally he would cross something out and write something new. He made alterations to schematics, some he just screwed up and threw on the floor. By dawns early light, Neiwils eyes were leaden, he had burned two candles and a round of toast, standing up, he stretched and trudged upstairs. His unused bed looked so inviting but he had to get to work. Stopping only long enough to pee on Norman in the street below and change into clean tights and shirt, he headed for the Inventorium. Passing the Whittle house he noticed a note pinned to the milk churn, ' No milk until further notice, thank you. F.W '. Tailspin was sitting at Neiwils desk as he entered the workshop, with a grimace Tailspin said " Man, you look like a pound of sh%t in a four ounce bag ". Neiwil yawned and said, " leave it out, I've been at it all night, didn't get a wink of sleep, I'm completely cream cracker'd ". " Ohhhh!" began Tailspin with a wink, " so, you DID! run into the buxom Mrs Whittle aye!!!" Through a huge yawn Neiwil replied " no, Frank actually, he had a HUGE!..." Tailspins hands shot up and clamped his ears as he chanted " Lalalala, not listening, lalalalala, don't want to know, lalalala ". Neiwil stood staring at Tailspin, after several minutes Tailspins hands began to relax and drop. Neiwil went to speak and the hands shot up again followed by " Lalalalala", Neiwil turned his back on Tailspin and began 'fiddling' with Eve. Tailspins curiosity got the better of him, placing his hands on the desk he was pushing himself out of the chair to see what Neiwil was doing when Neiwil spun round and said " Huge pile of parchment !", Tailspins hands flew to his ears, and his face slammed into the desk. Sitting back, Tailspin listened as Neiwil explained about Franks research into Porcine Propulsion. The idea was sound, feeding the pig turnips created huge amounts of methane gas which, if ignited, created thrust. Franks idea was to propel wagons and carts without the need for horses or cattle. Early attempts, attaching the pig conventionally at the front, led to some costly insurance claims when wagon and contents were incinerated by the back blast. Attaching the pig at the rear, in 'pusher' configuration worked better but now came the major stumbling block. Pigs will eat a lot and then nothing, this led to erratic gas output and a 'pulse jet' effect, very uncomfortable and uneconomical. Frank tried using a Hog, much greedier and a non stop eating machine. Unfortunately this led to over production of gas, the hog began to swell and Frank realised he had a 'runaway' in danger of bursting, the blast could have leveled half of 'Snotters' . Frank had no choice but to cut the tethers allowing the hog to ' blast off ', causing the previous days 'Grimyre Wood' episode..... Tailspin was fascinated but obviously non the wiser, " so THIS doesn't work either !" he said. Neiwil frowned, " No....yes...no...look! it was just too powerful for Franks needs....he'd have been better with a squirrel or a badger, but this could be perfect for us....we need! the power. Look ! I've taken Franks system and redesigned it, we'll crush the turnips into a pulp, the liquid form will give a more reliable feed and be 'converted' quicker..". Neiwil held up a drawing and continued....