A few weeks after the alleged illegal busking gone wrong-
"Guess who's havin breakfast with Paula King?" Campbell exclaimed, looking quite the gentleman in a colourful, chequered jacket, funky looking trousers, a multicolored scarf wrapped around his neck and bright converse which Fergus had managed to sneak in earlier. "Tom Baker, I'm guessin by the look o' that scarf!" Eddie teased, amusingly. "Oi! Nana knit this for me, so dontcha dare diss, kay? She also said I've got a nice tushy....whatever that means!" Campbell defended his fashion sense to Eddie, who didn't seem to have much of a fashion sense himself.
"Anyway, Paula wants me to have breakfast so we can talk things o'er." he continued boisterously and with a toothy grin. "Ya seem to spend a whole lotta time with er." he heard Fergus grumble as the door swung open and he trudged in. He'd been seemingly upset and angry over something, pacing about a lot, although Campbell hadn't paid much heed to his changing emotions lately. "Fergus, ya don't understand. Apparently, someone's gifted er a basket o' kiwis. Juicy, scrumptious kiwis for breakfast....How can I resist the offer, Fergus?! Be back before ya know it! An' I'll bring ya back a piece o' fruit too, dontcha fret!" Campbell explained, drooling and using hand gestures for emphasis.
"I don't need a bloody piece o' fruit! I just want ya to spend some time with me." Fergus snapped. "What's wrong with ya? I'm trying to follow my dream, I'm tryin to save the asylum, Fergus. I can't spend every minute o' every day with ya..." Campbell argued, taken aback by his snappy behaviour. "Ya know, yer fights keep gettin weirder an' weirder. At first, it was o'er who ate the last custard cream at teatime, now it looks like somethin bigger's at stake. Yer both a bunch o' queer blokes, I swear! Somethin fishy's goin on an' I intend on gettin to the bottom o'...." Stuart interjected from the doorway, still oblivious about the fact that Fergus and Campbell were a couple, even though almost everyone else at the asylum already knew about it and were quite accepting of their relationship. "Why dontcha mind yer own business, Stuart?!" Fergus retorted, irritated by the orderly's lack of manners. "Watch yer piehole, fatty! Or I'll have ya locked up in the padded cell....this time for two whole weeks, eh? An' I think the shrink's been lookin for ya, so get goin!" Stuart threatened, before barking orders and shoving him rudely. Stuart decided it was best to leave on receiving glares from Campbell and the others. Campbell figured Fergus was upset about meeting with the shrink on seeing him frown and prodded him about it, but in vain. He ignored Campbell, mumbling- I wonder what that bloodsucker wants now! - leaving and slamming the door behind him.