MY NERVES ARE SHOT

Sparrowsong there's someone here who wants to see you...

Is it the Police?

No, not this time...

Are you expecting the Police?

I never expect the Police...

Come out here...

What should I wear?

Sparrowsong we have company you shouldn't ask how you should dress...

Knowing Sparrowsong she'll come out in her...

Excuse me I will be right back...

Sparrowsong?

Getting dressed...

What are you putting on?

I don't know what I should wear so I put on a little bit of everything...

A little bit of everything?

I'm ready...

Sparrowsong you look like a Bride getting married at a car wash...

I wasn't sure about the Bandana...

There, now how do I look?

You look like a Bride getting married at a car wash on your way from Parasailing...

It's probably the shoes...

I will put these on instead...

Put on your fancy dress...

Fancy Dress?

That's serious company...

It's the Warden?

No, it's not the Warden...

It's the Bishop...

The Bishop?

Holy Crap!

Sparrowsong, he'll hear you, not so loud...

What is he doing here?

He came to see you...

Quick call the Police...

Why?

My nerves are shot!

Hugs...

sparrowsong