Wraths uncoil from their dormant positions across the estate and I hear Karl shout that he is going to kick my fat arsehole inside out. I tell him to shut up, or I’ll cut him down and see how big and hard he is when his legs are poking through his shoulders. I start to throw the biscuits out of the flat. Fuck that slug! Fuck Karl! Fuck this fucked up world! Fuck biscuits!
