Caption: Tickle! We drove a man to his death! We are responsible for this!

They're quiet bat people. Is she sniffing these pens at night?

What's going on inside her abandoned barn of a brain?

Tickle wasn't the Queen of people's hearts, he was a twat in a tent.

Does this look like a bat? No. I should challenge her? Not necessary.

She's going to kick her own head in.

Which will be easy for her because she does yoga.

Sam, Hi, listen, can you do me a favour?

Buy some flowers for Nicola fucking Murray.

Yeah, have them delivered to her home this evening with a card

that says "sorry you had to go, but let's face it,

"you are a fucking waste of skin."

"Waste of skin," yeah.