“Ex-fucking-scuse me, my good bitch.” Cecil whinnied behind me, outraged. “What do you think you’re doing?
“I’m starving, Cecil.” I pulled out a circular packet, thumbing it experimentally. It looked promising. “We haven’t had breakfast yet. I have a hankering for a grilled cheese.
“Ex-fucking-scuse me, my good bitch.” Cecil whinnied behind me, outraged. “What do you think you’re doing?
“I’m starving, Cecil.” I pulled out a circular packet, thumbing it experimentally. It looked promising. “We haven’t had breakfast yet. I have a hankering for a grilled cheese.
“I had the shooting accuracy of a blind rat stricken with palsy.”
“I had the shooting accuracy of a blind rat stricken with palsy.”