The sheer ridiculousness of the introduction brought Bernard to seriousness. He was starting to feel a deep sense of unease, quite outside the usual realm of hungover, hungry and harassed in which he usually dwelt.
"No, you're not. He's a Wodehouse character. Now, I'm very impressed with your accent and resemblance to Hugh Laurie's interpretation of the character, but it's getting a little uncanny. So if you could, you know, just stop it, and tell me what's really going on, and point me towards London, and kick Manny for me....?"
His words trailed off as they passed a diner. The slightly burnt smell of roasting coffee wafted out the door, and Bernard was struck by the sight of a young man in thick black glasses and a big cardigan exiting the premises with a coffee and sandwich in hand. His mouth watered. His jaw slackened, and the young man, seeing the dead-eyed, shambling scruff in front of him, blanched and ran away.
Bernard's face dropped again, and he turned to Bertie.
"This can't be happening. Or real. I've clearly gone insane."