You're in Wayne's World Now

I see the old man got here first. Well, chalk up one hollow victory for the Decrepit Butlers Club. I'm Wayne, but you can call me the best damn butler in the room. You can forget everything you think you know about butlers. I'm ushering in a new wave of butlering-- hell, I am the wave. If a few geriatrics in the Butlers Guild can't see that, what do I care? Sending me to the Butler gulags with washed-up fossils like Walter just shows how out of touch the Guild has become. Thankfully, the Master saw my unique talents and decided to hire me for his travels to Paris for the year.

I've been called the James Bond of butlers, but that's not strictly accurate. James Bond never wore a tie this fine. I can take off your jacket without you knowing I'm in the room. By the time I'm done welcoming your guests, they'll be including me in their will. I fold napkins so well they rewrote the standards, on my napkins. If you're not getting the picture, I'll connect the dots for you: Wayne is butlering. Don't forget it.

Let's get to business. Unlike that expired gasbag Walter, I've actually got something useful to post from the Master's journeys: photos and plenty of them. That page will be updated with new photos as they come in from the lab, so check back often. Or don't-- your affairs are no concern of mine. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a profession to revolutionize.