-a train starts to pull up outside-
-Griffin, who remained still for this time gets up and leaves-
-departing from the train is an old man wearing a top-hat, holding a hardwood cane... and carrying a case- This isn't...
-the train starts leaving- No! Wait! I- Err...
-train has gone- Bugger...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOh, do fucking excuse me for a moment then if I'm being a bother.
-looks out a window and starts stomping out the door-
I'll be busy raging to the heavens above and the hell below outside, where you will all have the benefit of a sound barrier to dull down my intense yelling.
-brushes Jekyll on the way out-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean... Very well. Er...
A rather sorry state...
-inside his mind- "I would've punched him. Only thing good for him y'know. A small concussion does someone a world of good, trust me."
I'd rather not.
-Jekyll makes his way inside- Good day- Er... is there a ticket officer at all? Does anyone know when the next train is?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Hey, kid! I love shouting about getting fucked as much as the next guy, but I can't hear myself think over all your god damn screaming!!