What the buggering
fuck are all those shitty little bastards doing in my rooms? I thought they were those fucking evil hairballs from before, but then Arthur pointed out that I wasn't actually dying of a severe allergic reaction and then I realised that they aren't actually real.
So thank you for that, whoever. Your kindness and consideration for other people's potentially-fatal medical conditions is duly noted. Cheers. If I ever discover who did this, and believe me, I will, I'll be sure to repay you in kind.
[OoC: Posted this morning, breakfast timeish]