Good Morning…Master!I have kept everything just as you have left it. Your burners are all lit and ready for your important experiments. Do forgive the smell, though, Master. I singed the hairs off my eyebrows while you were sleeping. I got a little too close to the burner.
Would you like for me to tidy up your coffin from your rest? Your breakfast is waiting for you in the parlor…she appears to be suffering from consumption. Do hurry. She is bleeding all over the carpets. I just washed them last week from a previous meal of yours.
If that will be all, I will go into town to see if I can arrange your breakfast for tomorrow. I hear they are turning out many prisoners at the local penitentiary, due to they being full AND several of them contracting a fungal meningitis. I better hurry though. Those kind spoil so quickly. I know that you need them fresh.