[Growltigger]

Rags, exhibiting a rare example of common sense for a change, sprints off into the distance, closely followed by Barry the rabid T-Rex and the thematic armies of the East Roman Empire......

David Gervais, is left standing all alone, dazed and confused, and frantically fiddling with a new electronic item, which he mistakenly beleives will stop Growtligga from reading his mind....

"Hmmm" thinks the mighty kat, "he obviously doesn't know what a ruthless despotic homocidal loony I really am, I can't read minds, I just terminate everything with extreme prejudice"......"but obviously being British, I terminate with extreme style and always politely whilst making sure I am exceptionally well dressed whilst doing so, none of this baseball cap clad scruffy oikish canadian moose-kissing fashion I can tell you....."

Growltigga, following his arabian experience, dons his harem pants, turban a la arabian nights and claps his hands together, "David Gervais, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits"...

The plucky Canadian whisky swilling booze pansy starts twitching uncontrollably and gyrating frantically, some may call it dancing, and hey, maybe David Gervais does boogie like a bifurcated millipede in an acid bath but Growltigga knows the real reason....