“Hammond, are ya’ a ghost?” Gently he poked the little guy in the tummy to see if he was really there. “Phew, I thought they… nevermind. Ya’ here and that’s wot matters. I met Roadie in a bar. He helped me out when I was surrounded and outnumbered by like a hundred blokes, with not enough dynamite to make mah way out. He started rolling over them like in that one video game, it was quite a sight ta’ behold.” This, of course, was a lie, he just wanted to impress his little visitor.
“That’s the short of it. But enough about that, ah got ya’ a present!” In a second, Hammond would be wearing a black top hat. “There’s ya’ hat and here’s ya’ a little monocle and the fancy suit and tie to match in case ya’ ever have to go somewhere that requires black tie.”