How droll. Buggeroll's been in bad odour around Twillingsgate for some time anyway, ever since the notorious incident at Hoarsbottom Mansion, but I gather that he will now be in bad odour wherever he goes.

I wish to correct the mistaken impression that he is from Twillingsgate, however. To the contrary, he is from some malodorous rural area of Scotland where the locals are forever confusing their family line with the breeding of wooly livestock. He got a Fine Arts degree of some kind at Edinburgh, and then set forth to make a career for himself as a romantic poet, seducing society ladies and copping free meals in expensive surroundings. His poetry is utter bunk, but it impresses silly women for some reason. Possibly because it is vastly overpriced, and only the rich or the very stupid would spend that kind of money on such rubbish.

The man is a skunk. Therefore, he has met an appropriate fate, methinks.