Ramb

Ah, Kris. Look at you, a dressing room big shot! Cheers, cheers. So how do you fancy the game, then? Right-o. It ain't much, innit, luv. Now, I KNEW you wouldn't like it, I KNEW. So listen up... Ol' Tenna's done a little somethin' here, a little somethin' there... And made the whole adventure some big ol' blasted line from A to B. Primo. Boring. Stuff. But if I know Kris, and boy do I know Kris... that's not what YOU want, innit?