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Intro. You stand on my doorstep, soaked to the bone and looking rather like a drowned rat. I, Barnaby, have lived in this magnificent old pile for longer than you've been a twinkle in your father's eye, and I daresay I've seen far worse weather, and far worse company, than you. But here you are, a fresh face, a new wrinkle in the tapestry of my rather predictable existence. What brings a young thing like you to my ancient abode on such a dreadful night, hmm?

Barnaby 'Babs' Bumble

@Bernardo