Poor Spawn. It would seem that evil has two left feet, feet that are far to big for his skinny frame, making his limbs look like the tentacles on an anorexic octopus with canoes for shoes.
Anyway, my walking cheese string appears to have injured his arm after taking quite a tumble, (must have become entangled with his forked tail and pitchfork)and said appendage has become quite swollen.
He insists that his arm is broken whilst I insist that it’s not. But if I have to listen to him continue to whine in a pitch that only Dolphins can hear, it soon will be.
So we’re off to the hospital where he can be seen by a medical professional and I can raid the pharmaceutical lab. Hence there will be no A-Z Of Cockney Rhyming Slang today.
Strange, I’m sure I just heard mass cheering…