“It wasn’t good,” sighed Serpent.

“I don’t doubt that,” sighed Fuen.

“What’s that?” asked Spectre.

“Red put Red Bull in his coffee this morning instead of water,” sighed Serpent.

“Oh dear!” squeaked Spectre, “is he OK?”

“Oh, he’s fine now,” said Serpent.

“Any major effects?” asked Spectre.

“He drove 12 miles to work,” sighed Serpent, “then realised he’d left the car at home…”