| She's bloody dying and all you bring us is lupins. All we've eaten mate for the last four bleeding weeks is lupin soup, roast lupin, steamed lupin, braised lupin in lupin sauce, lupin in the basket with sauted lupins, lupin meringue pie, lupin. sorbet... we sit on lupins, we sleep in lupins, we feed the cat on lupins, we burn lupins, we even wear the bloody things! We're sick to death with the stench of them. Look. The cat's just choked itself to death on them. I don't care if I never see another lupin till the day I die! Why don't you go out and steal something useful! |