I killed a rat today. He was still alive. He looked at me with big sad eyes. He said "Oh, please no". I bid off his nose and sucked out his brains. Oh, what a wonderful rat. Oh, what a wonderful plot. Oh, what a wonderful skat. Hey, I ain't talkin' 'bout no brown stuff. That's honey in Viking jargon. Skat, hat, baas, no that does not make sense but that's what you get when you're drunk on a dead rat's blood. Don't be a mouse. Buy a house. Of juicy rats called Claus!
PS: My previous book, "Take me to your leader, skitstövel" is still in print.