*no one answers*
*Dom rings again, more insistent this time*
(thinks): Why isn't that damned conniving butler answering the door?!
*Butlerman finally answers door*
Tom: May I help you?
*grumble* Finally you answer the door...I mean, yes! You can help me. I am Dom, a good friend of Lisa's. Is she around...?
*Lisa walks into the foyer while Jeeves goes outside to get Dom's bags*
Lisa: Dom! Darling! How are you? You look fabulous! It's so tragic how John dies so suddenly.
*snif* Thank you, dahling. Yes, it is rather tragic. I am heart-broken. You are too kind. Now, you must show me to my next victim*ahem*your dahling ex-husband....
*Lisa and Dom walk off arm-in-arm to the depths of the Marvel Mansion*
I have PMS and a GUN. Excuse me--did you have something to say?








