God has more words with Michele

October 7, 2015

Michele? . . . Michele! Where the hell are you, Michele? Oh, Marcus, don’t you dare swear at me! I’m not Marcus. Stop kidding, Marcus! I’m not kidding; I’m not Marcus. There you are: in the wine cellar you say you don’t have. [sharp intake of breath] Huuuuuuuuuuuh! An intruder! Don’t touch me; I’m armed! […]