to be fair, whoever thought that this (look left) outfit was good for work was obviously a bloke... what with all the running, jumping, ass-kicking and general sort the world's problems-ing, it's no wonder (no pun intended) that one's bosom may at times find it's way into the open...
So Harry, here's the story today... I lassoed the Curry man into submission, wedged his face between my, erm, arms...:... and forced him to reimburse my debit card in FULL! Prior to that, I was NOT asleep, I had sneaked out aboard my vessel to go into Downtown Birkenhead (aka World's End) to infiltrate a certain money grabbing establishment whose orange facade fits in well with the locals' skin. To cover my tracks, I entered the photoshop and distracted any suspicious soul by having Oliver's passport photos taken, finally, I went to a coffee house 'this side of Milan' to eaversdrop on the latest Columbian plot to infiltrate the 'Pool'.
Oh and tell Mavis that if she carries on bad-mouthing me, I shall reveal a couple of 'morceaux choisis' myself about her own interesting behaviours... she mustn't forget I have bionic hearing and x-ray vision...{:|{:|{:|