Originally Posted by Dirtstar
"My gosh, Things! It appears as though I've soiled my robe yet again. Undress me at once!"
"Things. I've really made a mess of the embroidery on Papa's crimson Prince Albert robe. One might hazard to call it a complete splooging (sic).
I shall need it laundered at your soonest opportunity. And, of course, will rely on your never wavering, if not entirely stalwart, discretion, especially amongst the houseboys and animal husbandry staff. Needless to say, there shall be a reward of vigorous fisting for your troubles, old boy"
I've read every Wodehouse novel. But would give anything to have him pen that version with "Things". I might lose my mind laughing.