"It's All Hallow's Eve, Geoffrey, when the dead rise from the grave and walk the earth."
"Brilliant. When's it over?"
"Don't be negative. I think we should just go with the gloomy vibe, Geoffrey. Let's kill everyone."
"Right. How will we do that?"
"We'll dig a big huge pit, and put lots of sharp sticks in it, pointy end up. Then we'll lure them all in, to their deaths."
"We can't possibly do that. It's a terrible plan."
"Why?"
"Because I can't be arsed sharpening sticks for hours on end. Besides, Who's "them"? And how would we lure them in, precisely?"
"Put a plate of sausage rolls and a coconut sponge in the middle. They'd all run for that willy nilly and without so much as a by your leave. Result. To be honest I don't know who "they" are though. You've got a "point" there. Ha ha. Oh dear - what's that awful moaning, wailing, dragging sound?"
"I think we MIGHT be about to find out....the chanting, puffa jacket-wearing hordes are back (see previous posts)...and they're heading our way. You get sharpening and I'll start digging - we've not got a second to lose - HURRY!!!!"
