“It followed you from the Downs?” “Must’ve hitched a ride. It now lives here. I can’t find it to kill it.” “Face like a bollock,” said the cricket. “Fuck off,” said Mordaunt. “Suck a fart out of my arse,” instructed the cricket. “When I find you,” said Mordaunt, addressing the room at large, “I am going to make you suffer.” “Perhaps you should deal with your daddy issues first,” said the cricket.
