[George's hair is being untamed again. It may actually be plotting something. I wouldn't trust it not to fake left and then dart right, that's all I'm saying.
More importantly: George is wearing
this. And jeans.]
My tea shirt [and you can hear the t-e-a in his pronunciation] has a mustache.
[George looks confused. And a little enthralled. And slightly suspicious.]
And Mr. Spinola has an interest in working with the infirmary.
[George glances down at his shirt again.]
I do believe it's staring at me.
((George is not affected by the flood, so if you would like your character to be overwhelmed by optimism, youthful enthusiasm, or a distrust of modern underwear, feel free to spam away.))