Beau Bo D'Or

I had proceeded in a Northerly direction and was waiting in the office of my grass at the appointed time (without back up, despite him being rather intimidating) when I discovered he was elsewhere, confessing to being appalled at my behaviour.
On receipt of the evidence which was provided to me on request, I thanked his staff and he dissappeared into another room where, I am told, he was wiped down with baby wet ones and changed into a new pair of pampers.
His crying was amplified by various baby monitors but is much quieter now, having received his feed of the mother’s milk of media coverage.