A creaking noise is heard from one dark corner of the room.. a door with "gentlemen" faintly visible on its cracked surface swings open, and from it a hunched shadow of a man emerges, hobbling towards the light. "how the bloomin' nora did I get there...grunt" at which point he promtly falls over and is silent in a heap on the floor. It is determined from his name-tag that this figure is none other than "Hall Monitor". His face was turning blue. It became evident that this was due to the fact that the sun had moved west since his fall, and a ray of sunlight was illuminating his face, heavily stained with blue food colouring. He seemed to be the butt of a severe practical joke gone HORRIBLY WRONG.
but who was the culprit? who'll be caught blue handed THIS time?