an assembly such as this

Butler is doing his best to prize Bagman out from behind his desk - although Susannah hopes that he will be careful and not too hasty, as Bagman may be --er, busy at the moment. Princess Afternoon appears exhausted and will soon need a nap... and there is no telling what Mrs. Lytle will do in her absence!! The chickens have escaped and are running in and out of the house, and apparently Erasure Head has attempted to blow up Mole End, and nearly succeeded in detonating the farm. Zoe is in the mountains of her mind, and Sophie is headed out to sea for parts unknown.

Maybe Kierkegaard needs to come down off the porch swing and do the hula, or something.

Bagman stops growling

Butler, back from the Blogspot sticks his head into Bagman’s study despite the risk of having it chewed off, but Bagman just stares back. “I went to the party without you,” he says. “And why do I care about this?” Bagman growls. “Because they are all coming back! The Rug is not dead despite what you have convinced yourself.” “I don’t have time for this crap anymore,” Bagman growls. “You need to find another word for “growls”,” articulates Butler. “I don’t need to do anything,” Bagman insistently continues to growl. Butler stamps his foot like a small child. “You’ve become a real pain in the ass and I think it’s because you’re not getting enough sex anymore. And there’s even this new Sophie lady who claims she takes requests! Right up your alley! Come on, Bagman! Live a little! I’m a neophyte at this. Loosen your pants! It’s not all about Kierkegaard! They even have a beach!” “Not interested,” snarled Bagman, shifting behind his desk. Butler noticed the way Bagman was shifting behind his desk. He’d watched Bagman long enough to know what that meant. “You can’t fool me,” he said. “You say you aren’t interested but you’ve got an erection, don’t you?” “Shut the door on your way out,” barked Bagman. Dejected, Butler backed out and closed the door, reminding himself that Bagman had at least stopped growling.

Butler Enters the Room

Butler entered the room.
Butler noticed that group blogging is like an extremely slow chatroom.
Butler left the room.

Let's keep this quiet

Hi, Zoe here, just back from meditating in the mountains and pleading with everyone to keep this locale a secret from Mrs. Lytle. She will surely find something to criticize, and I think it's so lovely to be here in outerspace with so much energy (chi) floating around me.

Not in kansas

Holy smokes Andy, we've gone into cyberland. Is this the part where we make secret names like

"Cyber Wiz" or "Smokin' Jo"? 

Princess Afternoon