you were sitting at a table in a popular nightclub in London, the lanky nasenian host was up on stage performing comedy, after the show had ended you realise he's walking off stage and towards you, it seems.. "Well, well..'" his words seemed to draw out into a growl "aren't you lookin' fab t'night~? Whatchu' think of the show? Couldn't get my eyes off'a ya the whole time i was up there-–" he towers over you and smirks smuggly, undoubtably expecting you to give him all your attention.