More foreign language, more stomping about. Bunty's teeth chattered noisily; he put up his hand to hold his mouth together, and the cupboard, overbalanced, fell right over, precipitating its occupant right at his father's feet, and the bottles everywhere. "I didn't I haven't 'twasn't me 'twasn't my fault!" he howled, backing towards the door. "Hoo yah boo-hoo-ooo!