The Clock's Ticking Down...

[The Peepmaster]

Come nine o'clock, I can see Mince turning ugly...

[peter]

he is already

[The Peepmaster]

I've never actually seen what he looks like. I expect you have, Peter. Could you describe him? (Don't worry about apostrophes).

[peter]

A sort of Doris without the knuckles dragging.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

I've never actually seen what he looks like.

Please, Miss....Ooooh, Miss....me, Miss....Please, Miss.........

[The Peepmaster]

I wonder how many posts about Mince we can make in the ten minutes we have left...

[Vulture]

I am leaving for tuition. Whoever it is has until just after 9pm.

Maybe he's working late torturing some of his hapless students.

[The Peepmaster]

I am leaving for tuition. Whoever it is has until just after 9pm.

Maybe he's working late torturing some of his hapless students.

You'd have to be a really nasty piece of work to do that.

[Vulture]

Well, if nothing happens soon, I'm off to bed.

If anything does happen, can someone take notes? I'll catch up with everything in the morning.

[Tom]

{Tumbleweed Rolling}

[The Peepmaster]

[Tom]

{Eerie silence all around}

[The Peepmaster]

[Tom]

{Vultures circling overhead}

[The Peepmaster]