(This takes place 5 days after the events of Jury Duty)

I arose from my sanctum of relaxation. More commonly known as a bedroom. I checked my post and I remembered that I had to pay tax. Today. Instead, I decided to fulfil the most important duty of a British gentleman; having tea. As I rummaged through the cupboard I saw the biggest horror known to man; even worse than jury duty. The tea bag box was empty...

I fainted for a good minute or so until I awoke with a shopping list in hand. Tea, the word stood out. I rushed outside wearing nothing but a dressing gown (censorship). As I ran down the street my path was impeded by a angry Scouser (Liverpool habitant).

I politely asked him to get out of my way and explained my situation. He agreed to help me. When we finally reached the shop, we discovered it had been shut (bank holiday Monday). We both yelled obscenities. The neighbours understood our reasoning.

We then encountered a policeman. He tried to fine us but we fled. Our flea attempt failed and he arrested us.

I bribed him and he let us go.

The Scouser explained that he had tea at his house. I accepted his offer and received a fresh box of tea. I had completed my quest and levelled up!