Richmond’s out of his room, he’s supposed to be in his room, he’s not in his room. Why is he out of his room?

An ill wind is blowing. Last night I was stirred from my slumber by a crow calling three times. Caw… caw… well you know what a crow sounds like. Passing to my window, I trod on a piece of lego. Oh, it went right in the heel. Turning on my television set, I noticed the reception wasn’t great. Not terrible, just not great. Hear me well, no good can come of your trip to the theatre tonight, no good at all. And if you ask me…

That’s just bloody rude.