All you had to do was pay your gambling debts on time. Now they've broken into your home, they're holding you at gunpoint, and they're all stroking their fat black cocks while waiting for their turns to fuck your wife's squelching white pussy.
Sir, Butler Frinton do complain about tripping over Lady B__'s leopard-skin rug in the dining room, and request that it be flattened in some way. I know not how, but maids Beatrix and Prudence tell me they are skilled in the ways of rug grubbling. These