Ian Livesey:
He's dead, Jim
Ian Livesey:
Strewth... he's got no strides on!
Ian Livesey:
Mummy?
Ian Livesey:
Car
Ian Livesey:
Fireplace
Ian Livesey:
Statue
Ian Livesey:
Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.