That bloody daug, mate, good thing you thrown down the bloody gauntlet on em. He bloody had quite the conversation with himself, that one. I bet he would try Z160 that three legged mutt, must be the gold standard of feel'in pain. One eye, hussies, the diseases, and be'in stuck in the fence. Hideous! Pathetic. His whole life is pain that one. Let em lap from the Snutch grail. He will run in the daisies with his tail pokin up. Then we'll know the truth.