Did you see the @#%^*^ who stole our truck, my purse, all our keys and hubby’s wallet? There’s a reward, and we won’t tell the police about your stalking.
So you just sat there while the bastards broke into my garage and stole my minibike and the other stuff?
Okay, just stay right there. A couple of deputy sheriffs will be there momentarily. If the information you will give them leads to some arrests and convictions, AND I get my stuff back, you just might get out of some jail time yourself.
Are the other tenants’ dogs peeing on you yet? You should let the landlord know–they’re not supposed to do that outside of the dog run.
Unless you’re hiding IN the dog run, in the bin where they throw all the dog poo (there’s nowhere else to hide, I don’t care how ninja you are). If you are hiding in there, your stalk-fu is strong. Almost as strong as your smell.
Well so long as you’re out there, how about doing the lawn and hedge for me? Will pay the going rate. The neighbours won’t give you so many queer looks and you might be able to save enough dosh to buy a new mackintosh. All those holes and stains in the one you are wearing are most unedifying.
I hurt my back earlier this week, and Mr. Neville is so busy what with the first week of classes. Will you please come in and help me move some stuff from the guest room to the basement before my in-laws come next week? We could have used your help with the trash and recycling last night, too.
I do hope I didn’t hit one of you when I washed out the cat box with the hose earlier this week and poured the really nasty water into the bushes.