There he is, sniffing at Katies fishy fragrance, offering prawnography to Holiday Romancers, fishing for compliments off've a Ridley Scott lookeylikey chef...
And who has competition for the polar bears domicile.
Only Mr Freeze out of Batman And Robin!
But woe betide the creepy Ursus Maritimus if he tries flirting with what he'd call Mr Mussells... he'd go from his nudie come-to-bed perve pose:
To being walked all over, like Arnold Schwarzenegger at a Trample Club (Or is it Nicole Scherzinger? I don't know Scherzinger/Schwarzenegger? Pussyflap Troll or Sperminator? One of the two, anyways).
With feet clad in Eye-for-the-Birds Polar Bear (and not Birds Eye Fish Fingers... except where Katie has been playing Stinky Pinky and thus arousing the pervy polar bear from it's icebox stalkings).
I need your boots, your dressing down and your popsicle. Preferably boots from freshly skinned creepy Clarence of the chiller cabinet!
