"That bloody Border has ideas above its station. I'm in charge and she knows it. I get both bones and hide the big one under my skirts and she gets nothing, nada, nil, zilch. I'm the one digging the escape tunnel in the side path. I'm the one, with my pet worm Clifford, who will one day be king of the bugs and rule the pink monkey things with a paw of muddy iron. Blue fing diadem, who does she think she's kidding?"