-1Have a break have a Kit Kat!
How the Kit Kats saved my life.
I was eating my cat when the doorbell rang and the postman in the kitchen exploded. I struggled off the ceiling and opened the cat flap. It was Mister Poloplopol from the far away and upside land of kronkers. He was drinking Vimto out of Ghandi's slipper. He told me that the great faeces had hit the air conditioning and if he could bathe in my kettle for a while. I told him to get some mustard from Gandalf and he called me a midget and kicked me in the face with a frying pan he was wearing on his foot. He was then crushed under the weight of a giant cat eating a mars bar.
