Thanks, mate.
Neither Pixie nor Bambi will thank you for that.
Yeah, it was a dog's breakfast, mate.
I tried to play fair, but Pixie kept ****ing around with the rules.
In the end, I had no choice but to take control and honour the bet in the spirit in which it had been accepted.
Pixie didn't like that, because I foiled his little game, and he's been beeling about it ever since.
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