"Just try a scale and see what happens," Rus tries to coax him. "I'm not suggesting you try Wagner."
"It's not my fault my aim was so bad and I kept hitting jaws and knees and things," he says virtuously.
"I'm hungry," Rus complains, starting on his 'mean drunk' act. "Is there anything to eat in this dump?" he demands of Alf.
Hee! And funny you should mention the itching spell. I've had an allergic reaction to my soap and I itch all OVER!! Argh! *don't scratch! don't scratch!</smal>