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'