Andrew chuckled at their ludicrous disguise intended to transform their appearance. He was wearing a black shirt with a matching mustache, holding a black hat on his right hand which he was yet to wear.
“I'm trading my good looks for this” Raymond complained while pointing at his outfit dramatically. He was wearing a brown wig and a matching mustache topped with a medicated looking pair of glasses which framed his eyes and nestled on the bridge of his nose.
“Pardon my uncouth interruption Sire, but your wife is coming in a rage” Andrew switched to a Scottish accent.
“That was quite imperturbable. I shall see myself out through the back door”. Raymond answered in the same accent as Andrew before both of them laughed out heartily at their ridiculousness. Waving down a cab, they got in.
