Last night I was awoken from my dreams of sugar plum fairies by a strange sound coming from our living room. As I live on a strange block full of weirdos, I grabbed a crowbar and crept downstairs.
And what do I find? Sommanat, a gross, coffee-spit dessert, moaning and waving his arms about.
But I had eaten some of this brothers the previous day (and spit them out in disgust), so I guess he deserved a mourning period. So after snapping this photo for you, dear readers, I shut the living room door and retired to bed.
The next day I threw him out in the trash.