|I: Then we have Number Four, Number Four: ''Crunchy Frog''.
H: Ah, yes?
I: Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in 'ere?
H: Yes, a little one.
I: What sort of frog??
H: A... dead frog.
I: Is it cooked??
H: We use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flow from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple-smooth treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
I: That's as may be, but it's still a frog!
H: What else?
I: Well, don't you even take the bones out??
H: If we took the bones out, it wouldn't be crunchy, would it?
I: Constable Clitoris et one of those!
C: Er, would you excuse me a moment, sir? (Constable exits quickly)