Ralfie stuffed his wee brother Biffy into the freezer and sat on it. He didnae move for mibby three hours and sadly killed him.
“It was an accident, like,” said Ralfie.
The highly capable Muirhead polisman raised an eyebrow.
“Billy was a wee wank anyway,” said Ralfie’s maw, patting her poor Ralfie on the shoulder.
The polisman winked and telt them, “Och away yous go then. One less wee wank in the world didnae hurt anyone, eh?”
And they all laughed.