Hooks graphically gouged into the flesh of the dead horse where upon it is hoisted up to the ceiling beams of an uncreative hell and flogged, to no one's enjoyment.
"Miriam, have you seen my slippers?"
"No. Where did you leave them?"
*Whispers* "Well if I bloody well knew that, woman..."
"Don't forget Kenneth and Felicity are coming over for dinner"
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