Russell eventually came in and set his brief case on the desk as usual. He was tired but looking forward to dinner with his favourite man.
Peter left the bedroom when he saw Russell sit to take off his shoes. He lowered his voice and imitated the narrator of a nature wildlife television program. “So, the fearsome Wilson-beast is now in search of his favourite prey, the doe-eyed Bennett. Once he has him in his sight, he pursues relentlessly. He stalks his prey, and then he pounces on his victim. He drags the hapless beast to his lair, where he proceeds to devour the critter in every way imaginable.”
Russell blinked. “Am I being narrated? What’s with the funny British accent?”