When I first came here, this was all swamp. Everyone said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built in all the same, just to show them. It sank into the swamp. So I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up. And that's what you're going to get, Lad, the strongest castle in all of England.
I was told the world is gonna destroy itself anyway, so I may as well smoke joints as it all crumbles... But this heat is really fucking with my weed plants so like what now?
Even my mate in SCOTLAND is growing his own veg. And they're as big as the ones I grew in Arkansas. Fucking SCOTLAND!