Goodbye.....Au Revoir....Toodle-oo....Ellpus is leaving..

I believe we might have room for you in the stables. I'll even be so kind as to loan you a blanket.

Vodka ? Are you some sort of Communist ?

A travel barrel around your neck? You didn't happen to take that from a Russian St. Bernard, did you?

Uh, Penultimate, nice tux. Lose a bet?

*stubbies under arm*

Heeeeellllooooo posssums!

erd there was a party..... ah you must be ............Penury

hey, psssst, don't rattle the skeletons in the closet. we're all free trade capitalists now.

I think, Penbury hasn't come up from the wine cellar yet.

The mansion must be in utter chaos by now and poor
Lady Ellpus will cry of dismay, once she's back, and Spanky's
provisions of liquid diet will be depleted as well.

Penbury, you better shape up or you're shipped out!

ohhhh..... pudbunnies, you're in trouble now.... you should have been nicer to us when you had the chance.

It was nice knowing you.

Apparently we shouldn't have invited everyone from the internet to that hook-up-and party-session at Droitwich Manor. I swear it was a smelling pistake telling people to ask for Penpervy. I think they got the wrong/right impression and I am betting that he's chained and shackled somewhere in a bog with his pinstriped slacks adorning a member of the cattle family in a field nearby. It was bound to happen. The man confused us to heck with the many variations of his name. We just can't be expected to assimilate this kind of information when Dag is throwing vodka down our gullets and we are wheeing down the bannisters and getting caught on the knobby thingie at the end. I need to go lay down in a darkened room!

I have an announcment to make <is this thing on, ahhum> Do not take the blue acid, It's bad......I repeat DO NOT take the blue acid....and has anybody seen the dog...and now back to the entertainment, Ladies and Gentlemen...COLDPLAY!!!!!! <amigo stage dives off sofa and lands on coffee table smashing it and stays there>

Has anyone seen my lederhosen ?

Is it that time again?

Pimped out or pimped up?

Poor Penborough...or whatever his name is. I do hope he still has a job when You-Know-Who gets back.

<stomps foot>

Look at the lot of you! All woozy and half clothed, piled up at the foot of the grand staircase. What a mess you've made of the place! DON'T tell me you've drunk all the wine!

<saunters off to kitchen>

<hiccup>Yea.

Will you people please stop smashing the stemware in the fireplace ? This is not a Greek diner.

DOWN WITH ELLPUS THE OPPRESSOR!!!!!

<smashes fine china plate over own head and passes scotch from Ellpuses private stock to Penberthy>

<Perhaps just a wee dram.>

yikes!

Yes - I'm woozy and half clothed! What of it?

The little I can see, you're not exactly dressed for the nunnery sister!

<Grabs a flagon and pours over head>

Pumpbunnies, do you think this'll stain the Persian rug?

The Persian rug gave up the ghost on Sunday, when I had my misadventure with the Camel.

What an obsolutly wonerfull zample of stained glaass this is in the refrectory. mmmmm early wictorian I spec. 1900's prolly.