Hey BGG! Come back! You've left your keyboard unattended and some loonie is writing rubbish in the interweb!
You are quite right of course. I popped out to visit the garden, in order to partake of nicotine, and when I returned, I discovered a hunched-back figure perched upon my Jeep(TM) chair, furiously typing away.
I confronted the aforementioned individual, who proffered the excuse that he was an Agent, and was trying to raise the profile of Agent's Worldwide, from the level of the gutter to the kerb.
I listened to his protestations with sympathy, before instructing the butler to set the dogs upon the fellow.
I don't quite understand how he managed to gain egress in to the manor, however the Head Gardener informs me that there is a growing vermin population in the area, and that a number of rat-holes have been discovered in the West Wing.
Apologies for the trouble.
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