I'll worry about that later. The mailman just dropped a letter through the slot. Addressed to Zorin Industries. What the hell, he's not here any more. Let's see what it say. (rips it open). Dear Zorin Industries, the CBn administrators invite you to the new forums...
(looks around, nobody has seen me open Zorin's personal mail.)
(On my way out I pass AMC Hornet.)
Me: Hi AMC!
AMC: Sod off.
Me: I just got an invite to the new forums. Oh, by the way, there's a beautiful woman behind the bar who needs convincing that Die Another Day is a great Bond film. Don't mind those ominous sounds. She's got tummy trouble and she's sitting it off.
AMC: Well, gee, thanks mate!
(AMC goes in. I stop on steps to listen. Pretty sure I hear what sounds like AMC screaming. His screams stop. Then something else sounds like it's chewing and then burping. Now who am I going to get to pay my bar bills?)