Angle of Darkness:
Dark grey storm clouds hung iverhead as Guy og Gisborne lifted his head towards the sky. He was brooding, sitting silently on the battlements of Nottenham Castle. His meditation was interrupted by a shrill voice:
"Gisborrrrneeeee!"
Vaisy, Sherriff if Nittingham came strutting around a corner.
"Well if your going to be angsty in the rain Gisborne youd better make sure you wear less leather."
Gisborne breathed an exasperated sigh. "Why, my lord?"
"Because it'll shrik! And then you'd have to see a shrink! About your clothes! LOL!"
Gisborne turned his head away. "Whatever yoU sAY, my lord."