Call in Biggles and the comfy chair
You stand up and yell in a lout voice.
"Biggles here my anguished cry. In the hour of my demise please
come and assist me with your mighty comfy chair, a magazine, and a
cheese sandwhich."
behind you Biggles puts his chair down and says, "Why all that
bit about that magazine and the sandwich, you know that those are all
part of the servise."
You reply, "Last time I tried this I called Mr. Mcvitty and he
charged me an extra bushell of chicken feed for the luxury."
Biggles answers, "Why that greasy sneak, I fired him before the
left turn in the continental rift."
