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And To You Your Wassail Too
Part Two – Pray Think of Us Poor Children
Good master and mistress, While you’re sitting by the fire,
Pray think of us poor children Who are wandering in the mire.
“I don’t believe it.” Doyle shifted in his seat, stretching out his legs in a vain attempt to get comfortable, or, at the very least, relieve some of his growing discomfort.
“Believe what?” Bodie flexed his own knees and ankles in succession, hampered as Doyle hadn’t been by the steering wheel and pedals at his feet. “That Father would have us sitting out her, at the back end of nowhere, in the cold and dark… on New Year's Eve! Waiting for a third-rate nobody of a terrorist who likely has better sense than us to be out in this weather … and all while he and the rest of the Squad are conducting the other part of the investigation inside yonder stately country manor!”
( Doyle blinked )
( Trailer )
Part Two – Pray Think of Us Poor Children
Pray think of us poor children Who are wandering in the mire.
“I don’t believe it.” Doyle shifted in his seat, stretching out his legs in a vain attempt to get comfortable, or, at the very least, relieve some of his growing discomfort.
“Believe what?” Bodie flexed his own knees and ankles in succession, hampered as Doyle hadn’t been by the steering wheel and pedals at his feet. “That Father would have us sitting out her, at the back end of nowhere, in the cold and dark… on New Year's Eve! Waiting for a third-rate nobody of a terrorist who likely has better sense than us to be out in this weather … and all while he and the rest of the Squad are conducting the other part of the investigation inside yonder stately country manor!”
( Doyle blinked )
( Trailer )