(sigh)

Bollocksworthy, are you back again? Didn't take my advice and get a good psychiatrist to straighten things out for you? Didn't take that long vacation on the coast that you need so badly and just mellow out for a bit? Still seeing the little green men and melting walls? Lizard-men stalking your flat?

I feel for you, old chap, I really do. Be advised that if you set one foot on our property, any part of our property, I will restore clarity to your addled mind by putting my fist in your silly face and adjusting your smile and your mustache.

Don't try scaling the walls at night either, unless you wish to make friends with Arthur, Lancelot, and Reginald, our Dobermans. They don't know you, so I can't promise they'll be nice, but I can promise they won't ignore you.

- WW-J