When we last heard from Sir Printus he had just arrived home.
"Honey! I'm ho-ome!"
"In the kitchen, dear."
"What you doing sweetheart?"
"Just tenderizing the meat. You have a rough day hon?"
"Yeah, it was crazy."
::whack, whack:: "Um, hmm, I'm listening... let me go put this away...
"I do believe I need my knife next.."
"Say, is that Rolf hiding back there?"
"What, no, no - why would you ask -"
"Yes," ::sigh:: "Printus, it's me."
"But, what are you - ooooohhhh, I see."
"Please don't tell Emmanuel."
"Are you cra-"
"Printus. Is Rolf here?"
"You have impeccable timing. How was your day?"
"You know, same old, same old. Took some practice shots for next week's invasion."
"May I come in and see Rolf now?"
"Um, hi Emmanuel. How'd you know I'd be here?"
"You've been here every damn day this week and I want to know what's going on."
"Okay, FINE. Sylvester and I are in love. We're leaving you both."
"You. Fucking. Bitch. After everything I've done for you! After forgiving your little indescression with Gunther! You turn around and have an affair with Rolf? You are fucking DEAD, do you understand me? DEAD."
"Hi, it's Gunter. I was just heading into town for a pint..."