At this time, a friend shall lose his friend’s hammer and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o’clock. If we took the bones out, it wouldn’t be crunchy, would it? And Dinsdale says ‘I hear you’ve been a naughty boy, Clement’, and he splits me nostrils open, saws me leg off and pulls me liver out. And I tell him ‘My name’s not Clement’, and then he loses his temper and nails my head to the floor. Oh and Jenkins, apparently your mother died this morning.