Gimme the ‘oop!
You’re the first person to order a salad for two years. All the Eskimos eat here is fish, fish …
Spammity Spam
Hey! I didn’t even eat the mousse.
You’re no fun anymore.
I don’t like spam!
Fishy fishy iyoooiyooo.
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves.
Luxury.
Ah, Mr. Anchovy. Do sit down.
Why don’t you like a nice plate of canelloni?
It’s only a wafer-thin mint.
Oh pantomime horse, that was wonderful.
I think boxing’s a splendid sport - teaches you self-defense.
Well we’ve always been extremely interested in modern drama … we were of course the first Townswomen’s Guild to perform ‘Camp On Blood Island’, and last year we did our extremely popular re-enactment of ‘Nazi War Atrocities’. So this year we thought we would like to do something in a lighter vein…
Gunga gunga, where’s our fish?
I can’t pretend that this library hasn’t had its difficulties … Mr. Robertson, your predecessor, an excellent librarian, savaged three people last week and had to be destroyed.
Obviously boxing must have its limits, but providing they’re both perfectly fit I can see nothing wrong with one healthy man beating the living daylights out of a little schoolgirl.
I mean, he didn’t want to nail my head to the floor. I had to insist.
I mean, he didn’t want to nail my head to the floor. I had to insist.