The Scottish Sale
A great perturbation in nature? Well, a Scooba can wash that right out!
Hello? Oh, hi, Gentlewoman. Yeah, I've just been hanging out on the couch with some ice cream tonight. No, my Lord is in the field, so I'm just... right, exactly, nothing's on TV this time of night, like, ever. And all I have to read is that paper in the closet so I'm glad you called! What are you up to? Hey, how's that doctor of yours?
No, I know, normally I'd be wringing my hands about the mess in my castle, but that phase kinda ended when I bought my Scooba. Can you hear it in the background? Hang on, hang on, I'll lean in close... yeah, that's it. It's got this cool four part cycle that sweeps up dirt and crumbs and then ends with a squeegee to get rid of the dirty water.
I know! It's amazing! And it's small enough to zip under the chairs and tables and that hard-to-reach place under the cupboard where stashed Banq... um, the bang-ing delicious beets that farmer gave us. Yeah, that's what I was saying! Because sometimes the beets leak a little and that makes a mess. A red, red mess. But it's just beets.
Anyway, enough about me. What about you? What foul whisperings are abroad? Oh, really? Really? And they were both just sixteen? Well, you ask me, those kids in Italy are way too oversexed. Not like us here in Cawdor. Oh, hang on, I see a little... um... beet juice, let me just move the Scooba's included Virtual Walls so it'll focus on that spot... that DAMNED SPOT... sorry, sorry, Gentlewoman, I didn't mean to yell. Anyway, I'm sure the Scooba will clean that out just fine. Now, I'm just dying to know, have you heard anything from Denmark? Last word I got, there was something very rotten there.