I Have To DO Something

Mystery solved. Burnsey IS Mr Spockfingers, and A.N. Other is Burnsey, who also wants to be known as Mr Spockfingers. But now I'm wondering - could I be seeing double? not only that, could I be THINKING double?
Anyway I can't trouble myself with trivialities just now. I have to re-orientate myself and try to establish a new rocky outcrop. I have to rebuild my life from the ashes.
The trouble is the mist is still down and until it clears I can't see my way ahead. My two - or is it one? companions are no help at all. They just grin and slap each other on the back as they murder another Harry Lauder number. I can't bear it, it's quite intolerable and I can't concentrate.
It doesn't help that I'm starving either. I need some brain food and would kill for some fishfingers. Kill? would I really? Who really knows what they are capable of until they're tested?
I can't help but think of Tuppence and his smug adherence to veganism (see previous posts) After all that's what got me into this mess. If only he'd not disturbed our comfy old routine. And I wonder how long he'd last here, with nothing to eat and two sturdy cows there for the taking, and a working service revolver in his pocket?
Of course I would never stoop to such...or would I?
"Let's give it laldy Burnsey!" this from Mr Spockfingers. I really can't abide this racket. I'll have to Do Something.