“Um… are we… trespassing? Is that what’s happening right now?” I ask, glancing around the farmhouse.
Seb shoots a look at me and gives me an easy smile. “Of course not, love,” he says, and even though I might be an unwitting accomplice to a crime, I still feel my stomach flutter at that endearment.
“Ye damn sure are!” the man bellows, and okay, maybe I’m actually getting better at the accent because I understood him perfectly.
He prowled the stage like a prize fighter, rolling out one-liners in waves. BANG! That was a belter! WHACK! That one was a killer! POW! That one knocked ’em dead on their feet. The audience was reeling now! Dazed! Their heads were thrown back in laughter! They were out of control! Tears were streaming down their hot, sweaty faces! Snot was bubbling out of their noses! Three of them looked like they were about to choke!
Then – just as the laughter was starting to subside – THWACK! He let rip with another gag – even funnier than the last! SPLAT! BOP! KABOOM!