This English gentleman was driving his Roller through wild Wales....
When all of a sudden this chap called Dai (for it was he) jumps out into the middle of the single-track road brandishing a 12 bore shotgun and pointing it directly at Fotherington-Smythe. F-S screeched to halt. A year's worth of rubber on the Roller's tires burned in a couple of seconds.
Dai gestures with the barrel of the gun that F-S should wind down the window. F-S does not feel like arguing.
"W.... w...what do you want?" asks F-S.
"Masturbate!" says Dai.
"What? Here and now?" Asks F-S incredulously.
"Aye, aye, and be quick about it" replies Dai, waving the barrel of the aged shotgun an inch from F-S' right year.
After F-S had filled his hanky he asked "Now what?"
"Masturbate!" says Dai.
"What? Again?" asks F-S.
"Aye, aye, and be quicker about it" replies Dai, waving the barrel of the aged shotgun closer to F-S' right year.
Comes the time when F-S asks again "Now what?"
"Masturbate!" says Dai.
"What? Again?" asks F-S.
"Aye, aye, and be quicker again" replies Dai, poking the barrel of the aged shotgun against F-S' earlug.
This went on for quite a while until F-S finally implored "I can't. I can't. I've got nothing more to offer. Anything... anything else, please, don't expect me to do that again for a fortnight... please ask me to do something else".
"Oh. Ok then." says Dai "you can now give my daughter a lift into town...."
