That Underby! Who does he think he is?
If Emerson and that idiot friend of his hadn’t messed up our plan NONE of this would have EVER happened! We would have had the Brazen Head and no one would have ever noticed until way later when we couldn’t be pinned for it. But what does Emerson do? Practially burn down City Hall just as we were about to finish our plan, and he lost the stupid head to boot.
So NOW what happens? Underby decides to take it out on Emerson (the idiot didn’t think that costume was hiding anything, did he? He’s only worn it to every race he’s been in and everyone laughs about it) by taking over his desk. Now he’s holding court in MY bar and messing up everything, harrassing MY customers and telling them what to do, and he’s even brought his staff with him and they think they own the place. Well, maybe Miss Buxbottom isn’t so bad, she does bring people in just to look at her, but she’s the only one worth talking to. The rest of them just hang around the place taking up the seats and waiting for me to take a break so they can help themselves to the stock.
AND HE JUST KEEPS RUNNING UP A TAB FOR EVERYONE.
You know, at first I thought it wasn’t such a bad thing, like maybe I could learn from him about how the city works and maybe find myself a position. But NO! He treats me like I’m some kind of scullery boy and not even worth his notice. Can’t he tell I’m trying to run the place?
I can’t take this much longer. Maybe it is time to move over to the Brunel. They have a better class of customer, and I could use the scratch. I have plans.
Squire, I know you say you don’t like me reading your diary which is why you lock it in that chest at the end of your bed, but if you really didn’t want me to read it you wouldn’t hide the key in such an obvious place (under a coffee mug on the window sill! Come on, who wouldn’t look there eventually?).
That being said I must protest. The valiant and brave Knight Crusader’s costume is completely different from my racing attire. I wear yellow tinted airship goggles when I race and the gallant and noble Knight Crusader wears a purplish/black bandit’s mask—not at all the same.
I agree with you about Mr. Underby, however, he is a problem. It is going to take us months to get that baby powder smell of his out of the bar.
Worse than Underby, though, is his secretary, Fanny (buzz kill) Buxombottom; she is completely crimping my laissez-faire image by asking me to do things like pour drinks and cater Underby’s lunches. And if she keeps insisting I smoke out by the power station Avariel is going to kill me when she gets back from her vacation because of all the left-hander butts that are piling up.
We need to get rid of the two of them. I’ve already started to edit the blueprints for the new City Hall proposals in an effort to streamline construction so it can be finished sooner but if you have any other ideas let me know.
*ponders the need for a cigar cleaning clockwork of some kind*