Father: *walks into office at Wilson's* Yes, Suzan, I'll have a cappuccino with extra foam, two cookies with sprinkles, and a yahoo-cake. *pause* Coming to work has been much more fun since they bought that Diana place...I still get to drink coffee, sit in a comfortable chair and occasionally tick-boxes on paper-work...and now I do it guilt free! *yells* Suzan, I said coffee, not coughing so clear up that cold and get to work!!! *returns to desk and flips through paperwork* Ahh, a note, addressed to myself. "Note from Management: Mr Moppet. Do not turn around." Well...that's odd. *turns around and is hit by a cosh, thrown into unconsciousness* Why didn't I learn to obey superiors...