[ The video clicks on, two of the triplets peering into the camera before moving out of the way of the pictire. The lens shifts slightly, auto focusing to reveal Hannah standing a few feet away, her back to the camera. Alois is standing in front of her as well, and it's obvious that Hannah is trying to keep him from removing what little clothing he's left on himself.

The voices are muddled, but the words 'my socks' and 'why bother then?!' can be heard from Alois' mouth, Hannah's much lower, calmer voice more audible, despite the din. ]

Master, it is not wise to go out with no clothes on. Please reconsider..

[ She pauses, and glances over her shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly before she smiles. ] Thompson, Timber, Cantebury -- do see if you can locate the thief who has stolen Master Alois' socks, and return them to us at once. He is very distraught without them.

[ And with some fumbling, the feed shuts down. ]

Santa brought me a new coat!

For the record, chocolates for my iPod isn't a fair trade, so whoever nicked it better pipe the fuck up right now and give it back. And don't go listening to it either! A man's iPod is his own. You've no idea the shit we've been through, me and my iPod. Litter duty, long lonely drunk nights in the community centre, holding virtue bitches at gunpoint, getting buried alive... Look, just bring it back. They've put me up in West 204, and if no one comes forward with it then I guess I'll just have to start a really ugly rebellion.

You don't fuck with a guy's music, alright?

Still, best chocolates I've had in my life, so cheers for that at least.

I cannot imagine anyone who would willingly store such cheap food, let alone within these unsightly plastic containers.