Trashed elbow

Truly one of God's miracles: I got home from a night tolerating the vituperative antics of the Man In The High Castle to find this magnificent specimen waiting outside my door, much as a trusty labrador awaits the return of its master.



Far and away the biggest cockroach I've seen since The Cuba Incident, but still quite nimble on his feet, inquisitive antenna and a beautiful, deep red sheen on his carapace, resembling varnished oak.

This does not deter me from bashing him to smithereens and pouring citrus fresh washing up liquid onto the twitching pieces of his corpse.

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Let's talk about disposal
now we have to make that body unidentifiable
burning, dumping at sea and straightforward burial are all flawed
first of all, we remove his hands and his feet, which we incinerate;
and his teeth,
which we just remove.

a spade we need a spade
we need a spade if we're gonna dig a pit
a spade we need a spade
we need a spade if we're gonna dig a pit

to love and to happiness for ever...

now come on: all or nothing!
drugged-up, wandering, suicidal
search-for-themself fuck ups don't have families David

take his legs!
take his legs!

I can't do it...
I can't do it...

Hugo is going off- HE SMELLS!
Shhhh..!

(laughter)

a spade we need a spade
we need a spade if we're gonna dig a pit
a spade we need a spade
we need a spade if we're gonna dig a pit...

A spade, we need a spade by Simon Boswell
Shallow Grave soundtrack