‘Such beatings. They will please the war gods, such will be my fury, oh yes my little ponies, such terrible, terrible beatings. Right after I get some red, ruddy sleep.’ There was a knock on the door. ‘Clearly someone wishes to die this night.’ The knocking continued. ‘Why else would thee tempt mine wroth. Doeseth not holy scripture say, waken not the Handy for mighty will be his anger if he doesn’t get his holy winks o’ forty?’ Knock knock. ‘Knock again. Knock again, motherfucker, see what happens. I dare you motherfucker, I double dare you! Knock again!’ Knock knock knock.