>Amaidszing. (Greentext)

>You wanted to see me, sir?
>Ah yes Bonnie. I got you something to wear.
>...This is unexpected sir, what's the occasion?
>Er, it's- it's for a thing. A thing for later. Yes. Look, the point is, I wanna see how it fits on you.
>Well alright then, if you say so. But there's nowhere for me to get changed in here. I'll have to go-
>Probably not the best idea, Bonnie. What if someone sees you? That'll ruin the surprise. You'll have to get changed in here.
>No, sir.
>I'll turn around! There's nothing to worry about. On my honour, I'll- stop laughing.
>Apologies, sir. You and the word honour don't belong in the same book.
>Ouch. Fine, then on our... uh, togetheredness, yeah.
>That one got away from you, sir.
>It did, yeah. Couldn't think of the right word that describes us.
>Colleagues, sir. We're colleagues. That's what I tell anyone who asks, so that's what we are.
>Colleagues with benefits!
>While I'm not going to say no to that, given past dalliances, I'm not saying yes either. But we're digressing. Turn around, sir.
>Good enough for me. Really, I don't see why you wouldn't just call it what it is, a- are you ripping it? Why do I hear ripping sounds? Bonnie? I'm turning around, okay? Whoa.
>Sir, it doesn't fit. Only the apron did, by virtue of being an apron. I would have figured you of all people would have taken my measurements without my knowing, but- sir, you are drooling. Previous experience with your seedier television programs have taught me that I do not like where this is going.

>Later, a new book entitled The Bemused Rabbot Maid starring popular character Does-The-Thing was a new bestseller.