What Ho!
"Blast it all, Cuddy, what the devil do you mean by invading my inner sanctum with me still in my dishabille?"
"Stuff it Petey," she cheerfully hollers "I need your help with a plan of mine"
"Plan?"
"Don't repeat what I say, dear Petey, it makes you sound like an imbecile," she sniffs in a faux-ladylike manner.
"Now then, about my plan...."
"I bet it's rotten"
"No it's not!" she squeaks, then remembers her ladylike ways "That is to say, how could ya say such a thing?"
"Because the last 'plan' ended with me in the dock, plus the loss of a fiver, that's why." Your reasoning, if you do say so yourself, would bring a gleam to the eye of Aristotle himself, if indeed Greeks gleamed their eyes- you've never actually seen one do that yourself, but one must take some things on credit.
"If you hadn't been so rude to Officer Dogberry, you wouldn't have been in so much hot water" She crosses her arms and plops down on the end of your bed. Cuddy really has no sense of propriety, coming from Chicago and all where (as you understand it) it's standard for babes in their mother's arms to curse like sailors and tote Tommy guns.
"Now, willya listen up?
"Stuff it Petey," she cheerfully hollers "I need your help with a plan of mine"
"Plan?"
"Don't repeat what I say, dear Petey, it makes you sound like an imbecile," she sniffs in a faux-ladylike manner.
"Now then, about my plan...."
"I bet it's rotten"
"No it's not!" she squeaks, then remembers her ladylike ways "That is to say, how could ya say such a thing?"
"Because the last 'plan' ended with me in the dock, plus the loss of a fiver, that's why." Your reasoning, if you do say so yourself, would bring a gleam to the eye of Aristotle himself, if indeed Greeks gleamed their eyes- you've never actually seen one do that yourself, but one must take some things on credit.
"If you hadn't been so rude to Officer Dogberry, you wouldn't have been in so much hot water" She crosses her arms and plops down on the end of your bed. Cuddy really has no sense of propriety, coming from Chicago and all where (as you understand it) it's standard for babes in their mother's arms to curse like sailors and tote Tommy guns.
"Now, willya listen up?