The table shudders and Bombardier and Psiclops' drink meet once more upon the floor. Gecco rises from beneath the table where he had been sleeping (as usual).
"What's with you guys? Can't a chap get any sleep these days? And I thought it'd be quieter around here without Bombardier and his damned flight boots. Never could stand the fellow, little did he realise that our fond farewells were a mass April fool on him, fancy being so dumb as to leave on the 1st of April!".
Gecco turns, tripping over the prostrated form of Bombardier and heads for a coffee, "sorry" he mutters none the wiser.
G!
(PS Well done Tim)