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

[George is wearing one of his fake mustaches and having a tea. There's a smattering of fairies fairy-ing around on the table in front of him: eating the biscuits, the sugar, also having tea... There are also several flying through the air around him. Some of these fairies are wearing George's other fake mustaches, despite the fact that the mustaches are in some cases larger than they are, and they resemble nothing so much as flying mustaches. The flying mustaches in particular don't seem very steady, but all of the fairies seem a little tipsy.]

I just don't see what all the complaining is about: we've been having a lovely time.

[George takes another sip of his "tea".]