The last time you and I agreed to split the loot, I trusted you to divide up the shares, but I didn’t know you had been on a Vegemite binge that day, and you got that stuff all over my cut of the haul. No fence in town would touch it, they didn’t believe it was really mine. I lost thousands of dollars on that job, so it was only fair that I lifted yours this time. Grrrrrrrrr.
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THAT’S NOT ME, FOLKS! This is nothing more than a big frame-up! Grrrrrrrr.
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Grrrrrrrr. That’s even worse! Why not display the real me, for instance, shots of what happens when I arrive at your doorstep and you’re welcoming me in?
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You’re not fooling anyone, they all know what I really look like. This is just your fruitless attempt to dissuade the throngs of other women from continually throwing themselves at me, you just want me all to yourself and can’t stand that there’s so much competition. (Why can’t you learn to play nicely with them and share?) Grrrrrrrrr.
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Grrrrrrrrr.
“Your Honor, she planted that sub-basement on me, she is a criminal queenpin, you know.”
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Slartibartfast 