Lovely cupcakes...made by asylum seekers, you know.

You start to feel very queezy and as you cannot hope to waddle to the sink in time you throw up on the spot like Mr Creosote in "Monty Python's meaning of life"

Unfortunately someone was in the way. When you recover your senses, you see Rufus the werewolf still tied up head to foot in rope, now covered head to foot in sick as well.

"Oh...sorry.."

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