At exactly 10.13.19 am this morning, at precisely the time of Gibber opening the thirteenth page, a terrible rumbling was heard to be coming from the general direction of the Commer. Now it could have been the big ends, but it sounded more paranormal than that.
Then at about 11.30 today, my wife phoned to say she's smashed in the front of her car in Tunbridge Wells. Nothing serious, she's okay, but I am not making this up!
You are playing with forces of which mortal man has no comprehension. You do so at your own peril, you young fools!