The Messrs. P. went to the theatre tonight.
|"Mr. P - please come down from there - you're making me dyspeptic."|
|"Seriously, WTF is going on?!"|
|"Mr. P - get me OUT of here!"|
They are currently collecting themselves with a warm bath and brown liquor and have asked that they never be taken to that place again. We'll see. They may change their minds if I let them play in the boys' dressing room next time....