The Sitar's Strings

'Ekkehard Ohtheresson' glares at Butler. "Go away, kitty. There's no milk here." He also looks around to see if there's anything hefty nearby he can throw. Preferably not anything too fragile; the staff won't like having to clear up broken glass. Hopefully they've got reinforced windows, too, in case he misses.

I don't want to be mean to Butler!