After a few too many scoops of
the special snakey sauce the preceding night, Foolstone stumbles out of his tent, inadvertently stacks it and ends up with his facker, face down
in the mud. On hawling himself to his feet, he is greeted by a bubbly, thinning Oompa-Loompa in stitches who says:
'Look@
the state of show's facker!'
In response to which Foolstone mutters:
'I need a Mac Attack'