"Good work? You're going to turn him into another bloody Murdoch!"

[George is in his room, as per usual, and has somehow gotten hold of an old fashioned rolling chalk board. The board is covered in stick figures, random letters, x's, and arrows, like George is preparing to coach a football team who is preparing to cheat at football. At the bottom of the chalk board, a stick figure rides a tiny motorcycle from one corner to the other. George taps a piece of chalk against his lower lip and stares at his "calculations".]

I've just been...thinking about time...

[George shakes his head and looks away from the chalk board.]

I don't think I ought to think about it anymore. It's a bit disconcerting to consider what might be happening before you prevent it from already having happened. And other such things.

Does anybody know any good headache remedies?

[George's hair is being untamed again. It may actually be plotting something. I wouldn't trust it not to fake left and then dart right, that's all I'm saying.

More importantly: George is wearing this. And jeans.]

My tea shirt [and you can hear the t-e-a in his pronunciation] has a mustache.

[George looks confused. And a little enthralled. And slightly suspicious.]

And Mr. Spinola has an interest in working with the infirmary.

[George glances down at his shirt again.]

I do believe it's staring at me.

((George is not affected by the flood, so if you would like your character to be overwhelmed by optimism, youthful enthusiasm, or a distrust of modern underwear, feel free to spam away.))