I wanna choke, I wanna choke on your love...

And by love, I mean farts.

Not cock.

Farts of chocolatey creamyness, for want of a better description. Actually, NOT wanting to choke would be a better desscription! But I did, and there you have it. Or not. As the case may be.

Oh, the hilarity ensued of the misfortunes of The Xym!

Just because of mass confusion over Term Time and the months of October and August, it seems poor old put upon Xym is the butt of abuse! C'est une easy mistake-a to make-a!

And then... The Xym almost dies due to a shandy down the throat whilst observing the reaction to cocoa based spongey flatulence. With audio only and a visual of the viewers visagian reaction, why, The Xym veritably collapsed into t he now legendary ROTFPMSL whilst unable to draw breath.

Cough! Splutter!! Almost die on the hosts floor!!!

All the time ignoring the rapey humanoid sea-monsters. Not to mention the facial water spoutage.

Oh well. Still, at least I got a dose of the hostess's crusty muffin.

Major nommage!