Mr. Tibbles the badger waddled his way down a back corridor in the Great Hall of X Marks the Scot. As he passed a small room, he heard the clink of glass on glass and laughter. Curious, he poked his head through the cracked door.

The House Chairmen were gathered in a small lounge, drinks in hand. Dee and Arlen were raising their glasses towards Dave, who is lounging in a chair.
"Grown in size and maturity, so we should focus on significant milestones ... I can't believe Jamie went for it!" laughed Arlen.
"Brilliant! Just brilliant, Dave!" crowed Dee.
"Gentlemen, it's all in the presentation," purred Dave, as he admired the single malt in his glass. "And now we'll have additional time to carry out our plans."

The badger grunted softly to himself and resumed his way down the corridor. He wasn't sure what the Chairmen were up to, but if he didn't approve, someone was going to lose a body part next bath time.


Keep up the good work, guys, and good luck with your other ... er, duties.