<Back in the present.
In some mis-begotten attempt to calm people, the song "Mamma Mia" is just audible in the background.
Something of paniced explosion and the invisible trap door opens again, and dishevelled, dirty, scared, violently shaking, very grumpy, and sleep-deprived LazyScot crawls back into the room. The trap door closes, and is glared at by LazyScot. The now closed and invisible trap-door shrugs indifferently, which elicits a confused double take.>
Escape tunnel???. Set a
Guillermo del Torro film of Hunt the Wumpus, with me in the title-role, more like.
<shudders>
RickyMaavety. RickyMaavety!!! And my ice-cream and popcorn are gone. Duck-billed armadillopuss? Tuck-filled Abba-pillo-wuss more like.
Wait till I get my hands on...
What? No, I've not had my tea yet. No - I'm fine, thank you very much. I will not have a cup of tea. No honestly. I will not.
Well yes, a drink would be nice, but I'd rather not... Okay. Okay If you'll just stop saying "you will"; I'll have a cup (Sheesh; practising for a part in
Father Ted are we?)
Yes that's very kind.
See, I'm having my tea.
<takes swallow.>
[B]Thump.[B] Zzzzz....
<Pause. Opens one eye and looks around. Ascertaining that the nurse has left opens other eye and checks. Sits up and spits out tea back into cup.>
Look. You've got to take me to the Escape committee chair. I have vital information. There is somewhere here who isn't what they seem. And I've got vital information to get out of here. Yes, yes. Blindfold me if you have to, but let me speak to the chair and vice chair.
But could you wait a few hours? some of us have work to do....