Walked into a butcher’s shop recently where Smallman1 was stood leaning on the counter, flirting with the butcher. James Corden was also in the shop, buying a pound of sausages.
Whilst they ostensibly talked about “gambling” I started pumping the shop full of zyklon B. I cackled and laughed as we all began to suffocate, knowing that the last words they would hear would be “shit cunts”.
