*Sits in his office drinking a large mug of coffee to start the morning, sleepily flicking through the newspaper to find the latest review of the show from a few nights ago.*
*Spots the door creak open and BT the fat circus cat waddle in. Sighing he pulls his newspaper up to ignore the beast.*
You aren't allowed in my office. You know that. Go and find your hopelessly soft owner.
*Sinks back into his reading before suddenly hearing his coffee cup shatter and spill over the carpet. Dropping his newspaper to mourn over the morning caffine for a moment before setting eyes on the furry culprit. Scowling deeply and grabbing the broom propped up by the door.*
Enough is enough you furry pest. Out!! Before I throw you in the harbour and tell Phillip that you ran away.
*Chases BT across the room, whacking over a lamp and a box of paperwork while trying to hit the beast. Then skids to a halt as he hears the door suddenly slam shut.*
