Murder in the Great Hall

[Pleater]

At last a good black rum, and a large glass - oh two of them. Right, I'll hold, you pour.

Thank you Spasm you dear old codger. Veis heil!

Hows the old trouble, eh? Did that lotion help?

No use pulling a face - oh you drank it, no - its supposed to be rubbed on, using gloves. Have another go, the recipe comes highly recommended.

Good stuff this - oh - yes it should be - I've not seen a bottle with that label for donkey's years.

Damn them that abolished the tot, eh?

Lets have another - its quite cosy here behind the curtains next to the radiator.

Shussh. Here comes that - that - Coemgen fellow.

Look out there Mr Tibbles - he's an opposite order trained badger, I believe. Yes. I thought so. Let go, leave, lie down, you bastard.

(Mr Tibbles reveals his sharp white teeth in a good imitation of Spasm's manic grin and scampers out in search of ankles.)

My, look at him go. Impressive turn of speed.

What's that you've got? Oh another bottle. Right, bottoms up then.

I ran into Blanco Wainwright the other day - remember him? Just got married for the third time. I said, Blanco ol'boy, you're supposed to get a divorce from the last one not keep them on in case you're ever bored, and he said, he said, I never could get the hang of serial data, even when I was training. Oh my. What a lad eh?

OK - lets follow Blanco's lead and do the triple.