My bodyguard has just punched T (the boring one) very hard on the top of his head. It made a sound not unlike a watermelon splitting open.
Mr B: W, what the hell are you doing?
T: (smiling, his eyes watering slightly) I asked him to.
Mr B: Oh, okay.
And then, perhaps more worrying:
J: Mr B, are there any alarms in this school?
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