Ah, come in Mr Mayes - take a seat. Please, tell me more about yourself.
You expect me to talk?
Talk, Mr Mayes - talk? I expect you to die! NYAHANNAAHANAHHNNNAANAA ANNAHHHAAAAAHAAAANANNA ANNANAHHAHAAANNANANANANANA ANANANANNANHHHAANNNANHAHAHAH HANANANNNANAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHARRHARRHAR!!!!!!
Er... I'm not so sure I'm really suited to this line of work...
Later -
So they stuck his head on the top of Canary Wharf tower, and Fed Ex'd his torso and limbs to the regional offices in Frankfurt, Cape Town, Boston and Singapore.
Ach. I told him not to wear the three-buttoned suit.
