whumpee doesnt want to do something so whumper demands them to listen to them (whether through hypnosis, drugged whumpee, magic, or just downright threatening) the whumpee, tears threatening to fall from their eyes has no choice but to look at their tormenter, pleading (silently or loudly) for the whumper to stop, being completely helpless
whumpee is drugged and becomes extremely dopey and starts being clingy and babbles about how much they love their whumper
+ bonus points if they are hallucinating the whumper as someone else
alternatively, its the caretaker who gets loved on, getting more and more concerned for their whumpee as time passes
whumpee's drink gets spiked by their whumper (who had hurt them previously) and whumpee stumbles around as whumper follows, eventually whumpee falls right onto whumper and their eyes go wide as whumper shushes whumpee and they pass out
whumpee gets in a fight with caretaker, who in their anger locks the whumpee outside (its raining) and after calming down has to take care of and apologise to a shivering and whimpering whumpee
+ bonus points if the whumpee still doesnt trust caretaker and tries fighting back/starts flinching
+ bonus bonus points if caretaker slips them some sedatives and watches as whumpee's limbs get weaker and weaker
whumper locks whumpee into a janitor's closet with the lights taped off as a "prank" and in their fear whumpee knocks over different cleaning supplies, making them slowly suffocate in the cramped space
whumpee gets progressively paranoid that whumper is going to come back and when they do, whumpee is strangely relieved and starts slipping into whatever mindset whumper put them in
+ bonus if caretaker manages to free whumpee before anything really happens but whumpee has to redo months of therapy and still sometimes forgets theyre not with whumper anymore
happy writing !! and tag me if you made something !
Yellow: No, I love him but absolutely not. He’d either forget abt it or someone would come up to him and say “yk it’d be really cool if you put some of my cool stuff in that drink” or smth else sketchy and he’d just agree without question.
Red: Maybe?? Perhaps??? I don’t think he’d really understand why I gave him it (memory loss and all) but but he’d hold onto it anyways.
Duck: Eh.. I think he’d understand why I’d ask but I do not trust this man with alcohol, mine or otherwise. I can’t explain why but I just really think this guy should never be given the stuff.
Okay so I’m thinking about my hermitcraft/magic the gathering crossover AU thingy again. I have decided that Bdubs is a Praetor, because Rendog’s whole mad king arc with the right hand man as a corrupting force kinda works!
My idea is that, after Bdubs is Compleated, Ren has just been crowned, Bdubs gets coffee for some reason
(Maybe the royal court audition tapes?)
And specifically gets two coffees: a Weakness for himself and a Regen or something for Ren, with extra milk and blaze powder. Little surgical needle tendril winds out of a wrist vein, goes under his silk glove, winds around the thumb and stabs through the paper coffee cup. A single drop of Phyrexian Oil floats up through the cup as a quick mending spell patches the leak, and with a swirl, it’s mixed.
Fast forward about a week, and the Royal Court has formed. Ren struggles with a mysterious illness, one that regen potions have a hard time curing, and he’s taken to the Tree of Whimsy for a “cure”.
He wakes up, and feels like a new man. Sure, there’s an itchy whisper in the back of his mind, but it’s probably nothing.
Summary: An usual delivery came earlier that day with four new sample syrups for the Holidays. When L’Manburg’s top four Superheroes decide to dine at the Café and a “Customer” orders the drinks for the Superheroes. Tommy at first was confused. Four Heroes and the “Customer” order them the new sample syrups that just arrived today? Tommy shrugged, it wasn’t his money after all plus they gave a good tip! Hopefully the Heroes like the drinks!
TW: Spiked Drinks, Fainting/Passing Out, Brief Scene in a Hospital, Mention of a kidnapping towards the end, Implied Kidnapping towards the end, Siren!Wilbur, Implied Dark SBI.
(Bad’s Café)
Normally Tommy wouldn’t be taking the deliveries, considering deliveries were usually on Thursdays and not on Saturdays. But normally Tommy wouldn’t be working this early taking a double shift when Connor called out and Foolish wasn’t available to come in. Which was why a very grumpy and groggy Tommy Innit came trooping into the Café, complaining about it being too early but he really didn’t mind the extra shifts. He’d been asking Bad for more hours for a while now.
Though when Tommy opened the backdoor to the back alley to receive the delivery. Tommy was a little confused. One, at how small the delivery was, only a few crates, one of the crates was the Holiday Syrups for the Holiday Coffees and Hot Chocolates. The other thing that confused Tommy was the delivery driver. Brown hair, dark eyes, and what looked to be a purple shirt underneath the uniform. Tommy shrugged, must be a new guy. Michael was what his name tag said.
After Tommy put the delivery away (it only took about an hour) he made his way to the front of the Café to get ready for his double shift. Wondering what else to expect? Tommy should know better than to challenge the Multiverse Minecraft Gods here in Egopocalypse! Because they seem to have no problem in taking the unspoken challenge that Tommy unknowingly gave.
Standing in front of Tommy (and Tommy will deny it to the day that he died that he had to pick his jaw up off the floor) was none other than L’Manburg’s Number Eleven Hero Spyder, better known as Arachnid. And his equally well known sister, one of L’Manburg’s most infamous Vigilante’s Martha better known as Motha. Unlike the other Heroes, Vigilantes and Villains that have a secret identity, both Spyder and Martha are hybrids and their features are next to impossible for them to hide.
With Martha, the anatas sticking out of the front of her head, the moth-like eyes, and the giant moth wings on her back. And with Spyder, he has literally, four red glowing eyes, fangs, four arms and then when he gets into his “Hybrid Mode” as he calls it. Four black Spider Legs come out of his back, and on two of his four “human” arms, spider-like claws that can shoot webs, come out on top of his wrists. So, everyone in L’Manburg, knows what they look like and what their “Civilian” names are. The only thing is, if the two have their famous masks on, then that was the code that they were on duty and to not approach them. If the two don't have their masks on then they are to be treated like Civilians since they are off duty.
Which was why Tommy was so confused and very shocked to see them here, at Bad’s Café, in Eastside. Normally, the Heroes of the L’Manburg stay in the Hero District (where they patrol so often) West End (Rich and Famous people of L’Manburg) or South Bay (the Higher Middle Class, and the Noble Class). What the hell were they doing here?
“Oh, my sister patrols here in Eastside and said that you guys have pretty good coffee and extremely good muffins!” Spyder said. Okay, so apparently Tommy must have said that last part out loud. “Um, what are some good drinks that you might recommend?”
“Oh we just got our Holiday Delivery in, so all the Holiday Drinks are now available,” Tommy answered remembering the delivery from earlier.
“Oh cool, can I get a Pumpkin Spice Latte and what do you want sis?”
“I’ll have the Peppermint Mocha Latte, please!”
“Okay,” Tommy said. He then put in the order, and said what the total was and gave Spyder the change. Then he went to make the drinks. “Name for the drinks?”
“Spyder.” Spyder then put in about a thirty percent tip in the tip jar. Tommy was a little surprised by that.
Tommy quickly made the drinks and put them on the “Pick Up” Counter and when the next set of customers came in. Tommy again had to pick his jaw up from the floor. There, standing in front of him were the top four Superheroes of L’Manburg, Dream, Blaze, 404, and TimeKeeper.
“Blaze!” A voice called from behind the counter. Tommy turned around and was a little shocked that it came from his boss, Bad. Blaze just looked like he got caught in public by one of his parents. “And Dream! And 404! And I’m guessing your TimeKeeper, right? Blaze has told me so much about you!”
Tommy didn’t know if he was going to have whiplash from going back and forth from the Dream Team and TimeKeeper and Bad or from all the shock that he’s been experiencing so far? From Spyder and Martha, to now apparently Bad (Tommy’s boss) knows the top four Superheroes of L’Manburg? What the fuck?!
“How are you guys? How have you’ve been?”
Apparently this was all that it took for other the three of the group to start messing with Blaze.
“Blaze?” 404 and TimeKeeper, looked shocked at Blaze.
“Blaze,” Dream sounded like Blaze just committed a crime. “You haven’t been telling your own father how you’re doing?!”
“Wait! Hold up!” Tommy said, looking back and forth between the group and his boss. “Are you telling me, that you Bad, my boss, is Blaze’s father?!”
Bad chuckled a bit. “Well not biologically, but yes! Blaze is my and Skeppy’s adopted son!” Bad smiled proudly at Blaze. “Speaking of which, when are you bringing your partner over for dinner? Skeppy and I would like to meet him!”
“Dad!” Blaze whined.
“Don’t you Dad me and don’t even think about using the ‘There’s a Hero Emergency’ excuse either! I don’t care if the Blade is fighting on the roof! You’re not getting out of family dinner, young man!”
(A couple of hours later)
A woman came into the Café and ordered her drink and then handed Tommy the money and a note. Tommy put the note to the side for the time being and went through the usual routine and gave the customer her change. Then Tommy picked up the note that he set aside a moment ago.
Please make these drinks for the Heroes? I’m a huge fan!
A large Decaf Barry Blast Latte for 404
A large Gingerbread Spice Latte for Blaze
A large Pumpkin Latte for TimeKeeper
A large Butterscotch Coffee for Dream
What’s left from the order put it in your tip jar!
There was no signature, just a large bill to pay for more than the drinks themself! Tommy at first was confused. Four Heroes and the “Customer” just ordered them the new sample syrups that just arrived today? Tommy shrugged, it wasn’t his money after all plus they gave a really good tip! Hopefully the Heroes like the drinks!
“Here you guys go!” Tommy said, handing out the drinks to the Heroes at their table that the nice Customer ordered for them.
“But we didn’t order any drinks!” TimeKeeper said.
“Oh, that’s okay. A fan of yours ordered them for ya.”
“Thanks!” 404 said, taking his drink and then taking a huge sip. Huh, very sweet, and berry flavor! When 404 finished his drink that’s when he realized too little too late that something was wrong. He was feeling very dizzy, and the room was beginning to spin.
“Wait, somethings wrong! Tommy! What was in the drinks?!” 404 tried to make his way over to the counter but stumbled and then the next thing 404 knew he fell backwards on the floor.
“404!” Dream was at his side, trying to wake 404. TimeKeeper was on the phone with someone, describing what had just happened to 404.
“Hey!” Blaze saw a “Customer” quickly darting out of the Cafe and ran after her!
Blaze chased after her down the alley to have her change right in front of his eyes. It was like a mirage effect happening in front of him. The woman quickly changed to a male, medium build, purple shirt, brown hair, and black pants. The “Customer” quickly darted to the right into another alleyway and Blaze was right after him. But when Blaze got there, the “Customer” was nowhere in sight. Blaze cautiously stepped into the new alleyway, summoning his fire power, but nothing happened. He tried again and nothing happened. He tried again, and nothing happened.
“Heheheheh! So, you really are nothing without your ‘Fire Power’ huh Blaze?” The “Customer” said.
Now that Blaze had a good look at him, he knew who it was. Mimic! Mimic was a Vigilante for hire, and had powers that he could shapeshift and mimic anyone’s powers and voice for a limited time.
“What did you do?!” Blaze demanded.
“Hey! I just did what I was hired to do! He wants to cause Chaos for the sake of Chaos! Then I’m going to deliver!”
“Who?! Who’s doing this?!”
Mimic just smiled. “Sorry, Blaze! But that’s classified info!” Then he shapeshifted into a bird and flew away. Leaving a very pissed off and very confused Blaze.
(Hero Tower)
The Heroes made their way to the Medbay Area in Hero Tower. Dream practically tearing his hair out and demanding to know what the hell was going on with George! Sapnap and Karl were standing off to the side waiting for the Doctor to come. Their drinks were tampered with and they already sent Boomer (Leapfrog) to investigate. Knowing that neither of them could take the case being both too personal and actually being involved in it.
A moment later Doctor Charlie Slimecicle, a Slime Hybrid with a Healing Ability in Potions and Poisons came to the waiting room. Clipboard in hand and a sense of calm around him. “Okay so let’s get down to business. George is going to be okay. We’re working on the cure right now. I managed to get a sample from the drinks and thanks to my ability was able to break down the components that were in the drinks so, we’re going to find out what caused all this very soon!”
Dream started to relax a bit at that. George will be okay!
“However, what’s concerning is not only what was in George’s drink but all of yours as well! George was a combination of Sleep Potion and some kind of hallucinogenic mixed together. I’m not even sure how that’s possible, but we’re working around the clock to bring him back. Right now, he’s in a coma like sleep and battling whatever kind of nightmares that was conjured up by this concoction.”
“Was George the target then?” Karl asked.
“I don’t think so,” Charlie answered. “Since Sapnap found out he couldn’t conjure up his fire ability after he went after Mimic. I took samples of all your drinks. Sapnap, you wound up having a Fire Resistance Potion in your drink. Luckily for you it was mild so should wear off by tomorrow. Karl, you wound up having a combination of a Weakness Potion and a Slowness Potion in your drink. Right now, that means that your Time-Bending Ability will either be nonexistent or it will have a very slow effect then normal. Dream, I’m not even sure what was in your drink! There were traces of different elements of different potions, so until we know what was slipped in your drink. I recommend that you don’t use your powers at all!”
Just then the elevator doors to the Medbay opened up and out leaped Boomer.
“We got another one!” Boomer said holding a report. “Another target of the spiked goodies! And we might have a possible kidnapping as well!”
“Who? Who was kidnapped?” Karl asked.
“Tommy Innes. He was last spotted at Niki’s Bakery before the security cameras caught a glimpse of who might have grabbed him.”
“Well, spit it out then!” Dream demanded
“Dream,” Boomer hesitated before he gave his answer. “It was Siren!”
Before we start, I would like to tell everyone that this is my first time writing for an event like this, and I absolutely suck at writing.
BUT!
I'm happy I got to participate in Siegemas! Now, this story took so many turns, both good and bad, and I scrapped so many ideas before finally writing something. And for once, I feel good about this one. Do enjoy it! I had way too much fun writing this one XD! Thank you mods @dualrainbow for giving me the chance to be able to write this. Now, on to the story!
Prompt: 'Wait, did you spike the eggnog?'
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Listening to the endless carols that played one after the others through the speakers, Bandit stood alone from the others. Studying each face that passed by, he noticed the cheerful and pleasant smiles that grew wider and wider the more each operator socialized with one another. The room was full of a joyful liveliness that couldn't be explained.
Standing aloof from the others, Bandit silently drank from his mug in a sense of blissful peace. Drinking the creamy liquid that held traces of both cinnamon and nutmeg, he grimaced at the taste. It wasn't any normal Eggnog he had before. Normally, it was flavored with something strong as in alcohol but in this situation, something different would suffice. And so, Bandit was on the prowl. He carelessly made his way to one of the many dessert tables. And situated in the center of the mountain of sweets was the bowl of Eggnog.
So many ideas swam around in Bandit's mind as he tried to decipher which one was the best. Eventually, he smirked as he set his mug down before bringing out a small bag from his pocket. Then he stopped as he stared at the bag of cannabis. He wanted to make the day 'enjoyable', and ingesting cannabis will take quite a while.
Peeking over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching him, he brought out a silver flask bottle before unscrewing the top. Pouring the alcohol into the mixture, he held a devilish smirk. For starters, he was going to add it to his own drink so he could make the night more enjoyable for himself, but maybe he could get the others both drunk and high simultaneously. Oh, it would be fun to watch them slowly lose their mind.
Dumping the rest of his alcohol into the Eggnog, he poured every last drop of cannabis into the mixture before stirring it up. Once it was combined to the point only the creamy texture was noticeable, he snickered as he held his mug back to his lips. Happily moving away from the table, he made sure all evidence that could lead to the fact that he was 'possibly' there, was cleared.
And so, he waited at one of the high tables so he could watch his victims line up to take a drink of his peculiar creation. Snickering gleefully at the unfortunate souls who foolishly drank from the mixture, his eyes caught sight of one of the few unfortunate souls who approached the bowl.
Talking softly to both IQ and Finka, Blitz laughed at a cheeky joke before pouring himself a ladle of the concoction. As both IQ and Finka followed after him, he was close to sipping the liquid when a hand roughly grabbed his arm forcing him to stop midway.
"Excuse us ladies" Bandit spoke quickly as he pulled Blitz along.
The German was surprised at Bandit's sudden impulse. It was strange, but he didn't protest against his friend's behavior. Once far enough from the boisterous party, Bandit took his mug before pouring it out into the sink behind the bar counter.
"What the hell?!" Blitz cried in shock at Bandit's movement.
He didn't even hesitate to pour the liquid down the drain. But the music drowned out his elevated voice so no one knew what was happening between the two.
"Trust me, you didn't want to drink that" Bandit notified as he gave a cheeky smile before setting the mug down
"Oh? And how would you know?" Blitz inquired as he raised an eyebrow at his words. Both frustrated but truly intrigued at what got the German so worked up.
"Just trust me"
"I find that very hard to do"
"Well, today is one of those days where you'll just have to take my word for it" Bandit spoke nonchalantly as he turned around to browse through the choices of drinks behind him.
As much as he would've loved to watch Blitz act a complete fool IF he drank the concoction, something overcame him and without thinking, he stopped him. Grabbing some ice from one of the ice trays, he dumped some of them into Blitz's mug before pouring a bottle of Schierker Feuerstein. A reddish liquid that held a bitter taste.
"You were so quick to stop me from drinking the Eggnog, yet you're pouring me some alcohol. Why?" Blitz questioned scanning the drink before him as if searching for traces of poison
"Just trust me, Elias. You'll want this over what's in that" Bandit explained
"What's in it? What did you- Wait, Dominic...Did you spike the Eggnog?!" Blitz panicked as he connected the dots.
Bandit held a sly smirk as he drank the Eggnog before it was altered into something, unusual. And that alone answered Blitz's question. He didn't know whether to laugh or be genuinely scared. If Bandit was the one to spike it, that means it's life-threatening. But he had to have an assailant. There was no way he was working alone. Was he?
"Who are you working with?! Max? James?" Blitz questioned hoping he could pinpoint another criminal in this twisted prank
"Relax...I always work alone in my pranks...sometimes" Bandit smirked as he took another sip of his drink
"Well, in that case... are you fucking verrückt?! Do you plan on killing everyone here?!" Blitz shouted in a low voice, almost a violent whisper towards the snickering German
"Oh relax...it takes an hour for the Cannabis to kick in" Bandit notified waving him off
"CANNABIS?!" Blitz yelled.
Luckily, he was saved by the music as it drowned him out. Bandit nearly choked on his drink as he felt laughter bubbling in the pits of his throat.
"I can't believe you, Dominic, you seriously just spiked the one drink Gilles took forever to make! He's going to rip you to shreds if he finds out you poisoned it with one of your cheap tricks!" Blitz grumbled with a sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bandit only rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Oh come on! Don't act like you wouldn't have done the same if the idea came to you" Bandit scoffed as his smile slowly began to disappear
"No, I wouldn't. Because unlike you, I care about people's emotions. And I would never poison the POLICE OFFICERS that work for Rainbow" Blitz explained emphasizing his words deliberately.
Of course, Bandit knew there were police officers amongst Rainbow. He wasn't naive. But he was an officer himself, and he knew how to fly underneath the radar. It's one of his many talents
"Oh please, neither Ryad nor Morowa would be able to tell the difference between cocaine or salt. And need I remind you that I too am 'an officer of the law'" Bandit scoffed
"A poor one at that. I'm too sober for this" Blitz grimaced as he brought the mug to his lips.
Drinking the alcohol, he sighed as he set the mug down before rubbing his temples.
"Geez, you're so stiff. No wonder people hate the police. You guys are so boring. Ugh, relax Mr. Esel, Cannabis won't kill them. I didn't even add that much. Just half the bag"
"Half the bag?! Du verdammter Idiot! I'm talking to a psychopath"
"And this psychopath just saved you from getting both drunk and high...well, saved you from getting high" Bandit explained gesturing to his drink.
Pouring more of the alcohol into Blitz's mug, Bandit popped himself a beer since he was finished drinking his Eggnog. Taking a small swig of his beer, he smirked as he began to see his 'cheap trick' unfolding before his very eyes.
"And the fun, begins" Bandit smirked gesturing towards the swaying Canadian.
He could tell the effects were kicking in as he saw most operators began to drift from certain conversations.
"You are indeed a handful" Blitz sighed turning back to look at his mug
"Who else is going to be the one who creates the excitement around here? Damn sure none of you nagging stiche. All of you are so boring. Always got a stick up your arsch" Bandit complained rolling his eyes as he took another sip from his beer
"If I always have a stick up my ass, why didn't you let me drink the Eggnog then?" Blitz questioned staring up at the German.
As he asked the question, Bandit stopped. Why didn't he? As before, it would be hilarious to watch him act deranged and slur his words. But something told him to spare the other German. Why? Bandit can't begin to answer that question.
"I-I don't know...guess you wouldn't be no fun high" Bandit answered shrugging his shoulders
"Oh? So you're saying I'm fun when I'm not high?"
"Don't push your luck. You're...tolerable"
"And how would you know? I could be loads of fun" Blitz smirked propping himself along the counter.
That sly smirk grew along Bandit's lips as he moved down along the counter. Positioning himself in front of Blitz, he stared into those blue orbs. Quite frankly, he couldn't help but become lost in them. Something about the faint tint of teal and cobalt mesmerized him.
"Judging by the way you reacted, you would be a stick in the arsch with or without the drugs" Bandit replied, not breaking eye contact
"Guess we'll have to find out" Blitz smiled
"Is this rebellion I sense?"
"Could be"
"Oh? And since when has the saint of all things righteous decided to suddenly turn bad? You know, drugs are a sin" Bandit joked as he took a final sip of his beer
"Who said I'm a saint?"
"Everyone you hang our around...' the brave and righteous Elias Kötz would never drink, let alone do drugs. He never lets anything harmful tamper with his body'" Bandit mimicked as he spoke in a voice rougher than his own.
Blitz snickered as a faint smile came to his lips as Bandit tried to mimic a few of their superiors as he explained how fair and virtuous Blitz was. Pulling out a carton of cigarettes, he brought out a lighter as he placed the brownish end of the material in his mouth. Lighting the other end, a small flame appeared as it charred away at the white section of the cigar.
"You know, Six did say no smoking inside the building" Blitz added
"There he is! Mr. Esel is back! Was waiting until you'll finally turn into that jackass of a mother again" Bandit joked before the cigarette was removed from his lips.
Shocked at the sudden action, he went to protest but Blitz's smirk silenced him. Turning it around, Blitz placed the cigarette against his lips before inhaling a gentle whiff of smoke. He blew a soft puff of the chemical into Bandit's direction with a prideful smirk.
Without coughing or choking on the lack of air, the German continued to hold that prideful smirk which told Bandit he wasn't naive to the idea of a cigarette. Placing it back into Bandit's lips, Blitz's smirk only grew wider as he stood up from the counter.
"How's that for a jackass?" Blitz whispered as he leaned against the counter so he was mere inches away from Bandit
"Who would've thought that Elias Kötz smokes. Never I" Bandit whispered swishing the cigarette around so he could inch closer
"I'm full of surprises"
"Indeed you are..."
"I hope you have an excuse for Six when she finds out you've done this to her Christmas party." Blitz giggled as he poured himself some more of the Schierker Feuerstein
"That's only if you tell"
"It's not me who's going to tell. People might put two and two together. Cause when things break, you're likely the cause of it. And I won't hesitate to 'persuade them in the right direction'" Blitz smirked as he took a sip from his mug while flashing a playful smirk towards him. One that sent Bandit's heart fluttering to the point he couldn’t stifle a laugh no longer. Sending a wink, he released the cigarette to blow a small puff towards his direction.
"By all means...please do so. I enjoy the danger" Bandit grinned
"Oh trust me, I know you do" Blitz smirked as stared at the German, "You are one crazy man" Blitz giggled
"And yet, you keep coming back for more” Bandit smiled to which made Blitz laugh softly.
Collecting his mug, he turned around before moving through the crowd to socialize with the sober ones. Some already lost it and began talking a feverish nonsense that no one could understand. Bandit didn't even realize he was blushing until he felt the warmth along his cheeks. Blitz was surely different. Removing his cigarette, he smiled as he stared at the end where Blitz's lips made contact.
"Maybe this princess has a fun side after all" Bandit snickered as he continued smoking as he watched his whole prank unfold before his very eyes. It was indeed an enjoyable night, and it got even better when karaoke came around. He has never laughed so hard before.
This wasn't supposed to be this long but somehow...it's longer than expected. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed it!
“When the Folks High-Up Do the Mean Low-Down"
Written by Irving Berlin
Sung by Bing Crosby, Bebe Daniels, June MacCloy & chorus
from "Reaching for the Moon" (United Artists)
Released: December 29, 1930
Whenever those hoes high up, do that mean low-down, well...you will see... Laurel & Hardy buffs: ‘Lord Plumtree” alert!
