Because you're a love you.

I think he's a toady.

He worked with a sort of stupid, oily gent by the name of Jack Fisher.

It's no use, John Clay, said Holmes blandly.

This mix is dedicated to all the brown nosing snitches, to the henchmen, spies, and parasites.

Witness how otherwise sensible adults are reduced to nervously grinning sycophants when they are granted the privilege of touching an extended royal hand.