WARNING, GRAPHIC CONTENT: Guy gets Fawked
“Who is this!?” he demanded. “Well what do you think, Guy Fawkes,” I replied.
Not sure why but that’s when things took an ugly turn. The Guy was bundled into the trunk and whisked away to a secretive gathering of Brit expats and other good folks who like to reminisce about the times when the judicial system still had teeth. The Guy was made to sit in the corner and ordered to reflect upon the error of his ways. That didn’t seem to help much as he carried on looking as smug as ever.