Yes - those kids are one life short of nirvana. They certainly don’t need candy, and I have no way of procuring live grenades to help them on their way. Oh well.
This thread is doing nothing to undermine the mean Scotsman stereotype. 
You’re in Scotland, aren’t you? Surely you can find a Claymore lying around, somewhere.
Englishman checking in.
Here we see the CORRECT protocol for trick or treating in this country. Dammit!
I don’t see the poblem. As a kid, I usd t go trick or treating, I bet pretty much all f you did too, at least in the USA. Now it’s my turn to answer the door and hand out the treats. It was my turn and now it’s theirs. Circle of life and stuff. I think the real problem is you’re all turning into bitter selfish old farts.
I resent that. I am not old.
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Not one group of kids out guising tonight. What’s the world coming to?
Not sure about a Claymore but there were rumours of some anti tank mines kicking around Cheshire.
No, dumbarse. I meant this kind of Claymore. No true Scotsman, and all…
No Claymores (of either type) but I could probably find a two litre bottle of ginger.
That’s up there with voice recognition lift.
I’d never seen that before - fabulous.
Spectacularly coke-coloured-looking ginger though, were they worried about being sued by Barrs if they used orange liquid? 
Ah, Irn-Barf. Haven’t had that for a while.
It’s pretty good, and to me, worth it simply for the line “The wee fud is in position!”