Hm. Yes. Let's see then.

This bloody thing on?

Suppose so.

Right.

What the bloody fuck is this, then? And why the fuck are there fucking cats everywhere I turn my head. And flesh! I have flesh. Where the sodding hell is my cloak? Ugh. It smells of cat piss in here.

I am going to have a rather long chat with The Powers That Be about this. I don't get paid enough for this rubbish.

But until then, I'm going to get these little fuckers. Yes, I see one over there. Almost down to one life. Little prick.