Ahhh! There's the bastard now. I knew you was lurkin' about somewheres, you filthy brute! People 'ave probably been tellin' you for years, "Come out of your shell, Howard. 'Ere, Howard. Pretty, pretty, Howard. Come out of your shell and see wot the gamekeeper's got for you, you little rascal..."

You know why they was sayin' that? Becoz they wanted to kill you, you slimy beast!

It's you or me, Howard. It's personal this time.