"While your brain's on holiday, we're out ruined! Now we're all mad here and that's a good excuse for going to hell in a teapot, but not for forgetting what your senses saw."

Hatter exclaimed exaggeratedly, walking and looking careful, holding his stick topped with a teapot head; then letting out a laugh, taking out a cup.

"Bad timing. Pity. Reliable help is so hard to find these days. Come in my dear; you're just in time for tea!" He said trying not to drink alone, shaking the cup forward several times.