’ you’re not gonna finish that. ‘
to filter through two metres’ span of hyperactive children the size half his thigh is an exercise, challenge carrying across but spotty.
maybe it’d help if derek just there we go. there he goes: brawn deep in the lungs, he guests on the live cartoon treat by plonking down opposite the burger butcher, who gets all clear-faced and paler when not that far. physics.
’ man. scratch that. you’re not even gonna start it... properly. ‘ humanly impossible.












