The door flies open so hard that it comes off the hinges..........The biggest damn Mick you have ever seen storms in with eyes ablaze, his magnificent mane of hair tossing like a lion protecting the kill..........and with a roar..........

NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNN......that puny little arse of yours in mine.............I am going to knock yer flirting, Astrolabia stealing arse clean through the Presbyterian heaven.......clean through the Roman Catholic Heaven right into the dung heap of eternity known as Turkey Turd Heaven.........What the hell is everyone doing on the floor??????? Peter, what are you doing............never mind, here ya go lad, let me just throw a table cloth over you..........there is a knock at the front door........yeah, oh.......a trailer full of Turkey Turd beer.....sure .........bring it in.........I don't drink that shite, but someone must be.............what the hell is this scanner doohickey.........fecking drawings look like a set of Uilleann Pipes built by a cement mason on some really good hash.........where is that friggin Amergin?????..........Trying to horn in on THE FAIR ONE, the cyber love of several of my lives whom I relentlessly pursue over cyber hill and dale..................I am going to hold his arse down and pour about half of this..........check that...........make it all of that friggin Turkey Turd Beer down his worthless damn throat........mutter, grumble, sputter, spit.......