What Ho!

No sooner are you inside, than the infernal MacGillicuddy springs out from behind a couch, slamming the door shut. Bracing her back against it, she looks at you critically.

"Petey, you are really high strung sometimes. If you don't calm down, you'll end your days in a looney bin, staring at a wall and going 'wubba wubba'" You fail to find her concern touching. You lift a finger authoritatively in the air and open your mouth to put her in her place just as she shoves you by your shoulders with the technique of a rugby starter. Stumbling helplessly backwards, you encounter your parlour sofa and tumble on top of it.

"Now, listen up, you."