Now, where's that roast beef?
*Looks up*
WHOA! Thousand pardons, m'lady! So Sorry!
*blush*
*backs out of room, quickly.*
Don't be sorry. I had an unexpected run-in with a Yeti. Need a fresh change of clothing.
*peeling off longjohns*
Would you mind making a sandwich for me? Whatever you're having will be fine.
*unsnaps garters*
*looks up with a wicked grin*
Thank goodness for garters, huh?
*looks at paralyzed Timpad*
Um, you're strangling the roast beef, darlin'.