It is only now that I know what that buzzing noise has been during Occasions. We were thinking it was just Burton practicing his preaching style, but now we realise it is something more sinister. Eileen has been spying on us.
Not able to relax on her "sabbatical", she has been beaming images of the goings-on in the Moot House back to base to ensure that we remain as lightly tied to tradition, orthodoxy and common sense as she is herself.
We are not going to put up with this kind of behaviour. Young Keith is spending this afternoon building a new and improved laser. We reckon we'll have knocked the drone out of the air by halfway through Filling-up of Beakers.