[Growltigger]

Growltigga smirks to himself. His arch-nememis, that wretched virgin Woundwort has retired from the battle, with his tail well and truly between his legs.

The smirk is wiped off his face when he hears RD's words.

"Listen you inbred Cumbrian sausage fiddling morris dancing missing link, my work is based in Manchester. I live in Cheshire, and I AM FROM GOD'S OWN EARTH, LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE AND PROOF THAT THE GARDEN OF EDEN WAS ENGLISH, YES KENT, Canterbury to be exact. Anyone suggesting I talk with a stupid accent and come from oop north is acting for trouble".

GT wades threw the throng, grabs RD by the throat and proceeds to choke the life out of the wretch, whilst bashing his head against the floor.

GT is slightly put off when the cumbrian farmers charge toward the fray. Thinking quickly, he turns to them and says "Lads, what are you doing here? there is a barn dance going on in Carlisle and all your female cousins are there, and they are all about 14 years old". Where once was a crowd of angry Cumbrian farmers, now all that can be seen is a puff of dust and a streak of something moving rapidly up the M6.

GT looks at the Cat from Red Dwarf, and says, "Pllluueeeaaaasssee, the only thing that smells good in here is Me, (damn I love this aftershave)"

RD awaits his evil plan to come to fruition, whilst being throttled and having his head banged with some force against the floor