Milks! What are you like? This could be our big break as script writers!
Ge the Dozy sachets towards Martin’s heavily initialled ‘M.R’ oak- double -doored penthouse entry and SMASHES his (back) doors in. “Forsooth, tis I, Ge!” he announces as his gaze rests on Radish, there poised against the back of a large crimson high backed chair- whilst releasing large organic black grapes into Martin’s mush from a moderate height. (have you seen his mush though – it is rather nice like?). Anywho… “Get thee gone Ge!” Radish hisses as only a rogue vegetable can pull off with any aplomb. ” How dare you come crashing in like a huge tattoed albeit perfectly toned and tanned vision of perfection?” she added with a snarled shortness of breath as she tried to shove Martin’s jars of skin perfecting cream under the aforementioned chair with her good foot.
Your go Milks!
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