So Lews knows about fine chocolates, does he? Me thinks he hides behind that drool most effectively. Did it have to be a place in Ireland though? Now I'm all wanting and needy for Irish choccy and not a plane to be found. Ok, I could find one, I'm sure, but you know what I mean.
Or maybe not. Maybe I don't even know what I mean. That Lews has twisted things up a bit.
Aussiegirl? Can you pop over to Ireland and pick up that chocolate? If not, our "little bottoms" have to come up with hell's payment. I don't think I can afford that!
Hey now! Wait a minute. ~runs to get my phallic-shaped coin bank, stroking my hands up and down the thing as I return~ I might just have enough hell in here to pay Lews. Now I just have to get it all out. Hmm, I know there's a lick-mechanism on here somewhere...