"Oooo" he groaned seductively as ST opened his mangina to sit on Jiffy's wheelchair joystick. He arched his back and started gyrating back and forth thrusting Jiffy's unsupported head into a circular motion and sending his milk bottle lense specs flying across the floor. Mick O'Toon just happened to be passing by but was utterly dumbfounded with ongoing proceedings and, in a blind panic, began hurling potatoes at Jif who was now choking on his own phlegm as his draining tubes had become dislodged during ST's intense mangina orgasm. Kevin had just finished backshift at the cracker factory and began heroically moderating the situation. He ordered Mick to pick up his fine Irish spuds and told ST to clean Jif's wheelchair joystick of his love juice and he got them all back to his place for dinner. Mick O'Toon sat at the table with ST who was looking around Kev's place, the walls adorned with pictures of Mick Ginger Reid, the elusive site owner and prolific paedophile. Kevin stood at the kitchen hob boasting how he'd worked his way up from Gillingham Mod to become the Site's most important Mod just as boiling water started spilling over the pots onto the cooker. "How long do you boil your vegetables for?" said Kevin, ST went over to see what he was cooking. It was Jiffy and he was dead....
Seeing Jiffy's remains cooking among the vegetables ST turned to Kevin.. " how would you like to strain my spuds?" he asked, finger on his eyebrow , left hand on his hip..