"With a clap of thunder and a flash of something hairy, the doors to the pub exploded. As the smoke cleared it left Father Funk stood silhouetted in the doorway. We all stared open mouthed as he moonwalked in and pointed to our table "I don't like you!" he shouted, "My friend doesn't like you either!" Then he started chopping our arms off with his bloody light sabre. Turns out the good Father was just trying out for the next Star Wars movie, he's so Super pippin' hot right now that we're not ruling it out. It's true that having no arms will mean we'll have to resign from the darts team, but seeing The Father sexoring up Princess Leia on the telly will ease any resentful feelings we may harbour towards the scamp!
And hell! He apparently does have the death sentence on 12 systems, so we were lucky it was just the arms!
Big love, rad Scourma, aaaand..enjoy! For he is your Father Funk. :) x