"Phew,
it's ******* hot under this grill."

"You're not wrong, Cecil.
I just hope after we've been burnt alive,
we get to cool down with some
ketchup or brown sauce."

"Tarquin, we're ******.
The fat ***** cooking us will
just wolf us down."

"Well, I, for one,
aim to give her the worst
upset stomach she's ever had."

"Oh God,
here comes her podgy fingers!
Its been nice knowing you, Tarquin."

"Bon voyage, my friend!"