MY PUTRID FAMILIAR: (emerging from his hidey-hole in the ceiling, flicking his tongue around insanely) thou art washed, milord. thou hast fallen off, fr.
ME: away with thee, familiar.
MY PUTRID FAMILIAR:
(retreating backwards into his hidey-hole in the ceiling with theatrical obeisance) yes milord
ME: away with thee, familiar.
MY PUTRID FAMILIAR:
(retreating backwards into his hidey-hole in the ceiling with theatrical obeisance) yes milord
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MY PUTRID FAMILIAR: (snickering cruelly) none but thee, master
ME: (exeunt, transmogrified to cob of corn)
But It seems this scene is reference to one, such as my dear Ursula
ME: ... perhaps.