Your verbal response: "No."
Your imagined response, #1: (pulls out large shotgun loaded with special shell with thirty-seven one pence pieces instead of the usual balls of shot, and shoots charva in the gut) "BOOM. Best thirty-seven pence I ever spent."
Your imagined response, #2: "Taxi! Here's ten quid, take this man as far as you can into the countryside. He'll probably make a fuss, it's his medication. He needs fresh air and a good walk, so just leave him whereever the money runs out."