wax wings that made you fall,
the sun that pushed you down,
a father who crippled you;
and Icarus, of course,
the tragic hero.

Who's there?
Ah, a lost child?
An old man?

Anyway, we're gonna **** him, huh?

No?
Come on.
Liar.

Why would you-
Oh.
Never mind.

I'll bring a mop.

Calmly open the door (are there too many 'L's?)

and-

andandandandandandandandandandand-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA­AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

­There, now there are too many 'A's. And Haitches.

So, welcome in, leave your hat in the corner, try some fine sparkling apple juice - no, your the beautiful one tonight, ma'am, uh, m'lady - oh, sit down, sit down, leave your suitcase on the floor, it's fine, would you care for the dessert- wait, no, we haven't even got the appetisers, silly me, and I-

oh, sorry, I  needed to breathe.

Did I ruin the night for you?

Terribly sorry.

Hey, wait a second, miss, no, ma'am, no, wait, no, m'lady. M'lady! Milady, please, no, ple-

So, do you think it's a coincidence that your hat that day was the same colour as my entrails?

Oh, sorry, m'lady, didn't mean to gross you out.

So, hold up the microphone properly; it's important:
"How now, Isis, do you weep?"