"Mmmm. Tastes good." was the response, I believe. Almost half a pot went in, covering it. 'Bertson sure was evil. Reminds me of the green fluffy sandwich slapped around the face of the same soul, and also the proposed fight which was baitly lost, as if you should hit a man wearing glasses.
Who remembers the subject of that paragraph? Poor person. Still, surely you deserve what you get if you hate everybody simply because they aren't as rich as you and refuse to be bought with cheap friendship gifts like a vapour trip to Chessington.