"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".]

[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.))