“Daft Wullie!” snapped Rob, without taking his eyes off the strange landscape. The singing stopped. “Aye, Rob?” said Daft Wullie from behind him. “Ye ken I said I’d tell ye when ye wuz guilty o’ stupid and inna-pro-pree-ate behavior?” “Aye, Rob,” said Daft Wullie. “That wuz another one o’ those times, wuz it?” “Aye.”
