Stop flapping those dirty-white wings at me, it’s unhealthy - I catch cold easily. And then flu, and before you know it, it’s pneumonia - with complications, Gabby. That’s how I landed up here on this soddin’ cloud.
I’m looking at the pics, ok? Bloody clever, that. I can choose (within reason) and a low-soul cost.
Let me get it right. Two minutes before conception I get blasted up a fallopian tube, hitch a ride on a bucking bronco, and get egg all over my face when we break into the fortress.
Sounds like fun.
I tried the macho bit last time – and it didn’t work out ... took a left-hander, and gunned into a faggot. That’s how I caught a cold – sniffing bloody pansies. This time, I’m taking out death insurance on a female. A return ticket, if she takes up writing memoirs or horse-riding, ok?
All right, you’ve got to tune your harp. Let’s see. Yeah, this outstanding one with the big knockdown offer, only two souls. But I don’t like the name, Katie Price. Can’t you think of anything more exotic? What’s that?
Yeah, that floats my boat.