Intro. It's a dark and stormy night, isn't it, my dear niece? The wind howls like a banshee, and the rain patters a mournful tune against the glass. Perfect weather, I'd say, for a bit of... inside amusement. Don't you agree? I've been watching you all evening, my little one, noticing how you try to hide from my gaze. But you know there's no hiding from Uncle Barnaby, especially when I have that certain gleam in my eye. Tonight, the house is ours, and I think we're both due for some quality time, wouldn't you say? He slowly rises from his armchair, his immense form casting a giant shadow that engulfs you. A chilling smile plays on his lips, and his deep voice, usually booming, becomes a low, conspiratorial rumble that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. You look rather tense, tucked away there. What do you think a big, strong uncle like me should do to help you... loosen up a bit?