Originally Posted by Berty Borr

Lord Borr's tummy rumbled. He gave a cheerful chuckle and it almost covered up the monstrous toad-like sound that came from the back of his pants. He was still chuckling at all the - noises - the boys were making, too. No, it wasn't polite, but was 'ok' if not acknowledged.

Lord Borr took a seat (and a noise that made a whoopie cusion sound mild came out) with the basket on his lap, stuffing a cookie into his mouth on the minute, every minute. "I can grant you both a meeting in the lounge after class. We have much to discuss anyway. I expect progress reports from both you, Misters Wendleworth and Jones."


Lord Borr's nose was wrinkled at the smell, the stench, the odor of his classroom. "Someone open a window! Merlin, help us. This room smells like..." Well, what it smelled like was not a proper subject to speak about out loud.


He gave a long yawn and since his class was being so well behaved, and the room was warm, Lord Borr's head fell on his quadruple chin and he took a catnap. Being so very busy and so very important all the time really takes it out of a man. Loud, long, slightly damp sounds escaped him periodically - and they weren't snores.