If you would, kind chap, simply give a little shout. I need to know how many sugars to put in your tea.
On the plus side, I can finally cross “Get trapped in a sub-basement teeming with invisible rats for seven days, be stand-offish at first, but eventually learn to open up, share, and discover that we’re not so different, the invisible rats and I” off my bucket list.
Are you entirely certain your Aunt Louise was not, herself, an octopus wearing pants? They're very clever at disguise.
I’m not entirely sure that I’M not a pants-wearing octopus, so.