I've come up with some inventions to show dad.
Awe, c’mon. I promise nothing’s too dangerous.
Last time you tried out your “inventions” on one of my friends and he was in the infirmary for three weeks.
No offense, but your friend's probably a git. [Fred puts his hand out to shake. He has a very business man type smile on his face. ] Have we met before? I know your friend and I have probably met, since I've sent the poor lad-- lass? --to the infirmary for weeks. But I don't remember meeting you before.














