So I get home and what do I find - a very distraught bat. Mister Squeaky is inconsolable and I really don't know what to do to comfort the wretched creature. The cause of his deep distress is that for several months now he has been in training in the hope of becoming sufficiently dangerous (instead of just being extremely irritating) to have Steve Irwin make a film about him and he was hoping to dribble in his ears too....
Still there you go - if you ask me it was only a matter of time, if you go juggling with mambas and try putting your head inside a crocodile what do you expect. Death or some kind of award for broadcasting is sure to follow.
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