“Kettle thingies. Yum.”

“There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum.”

“Yikes. Yahoo. Yum.”

“I haven’t entirely adjusted to the whole yum, blood, yum aspect of being a vampire. My body wants it, but my head is still like, Ew, that is BLOOD, time to faint.”

“Alternative Anthem.Put the kettle onPut the kettle onIt is the British answerto Armageddon.Never mind taxes riseNever mind trains are lateOne thing you can be sure ofand that’s the kettle, mate.It’s not whether you loseIt’s not whether you winIt’s whether or notyou’ve plugged the kettle in.May the kettle ever hissMay the kettle ever steamIt is the enginethat drives our nation’s dream.Long live the kettlethat rules over usMay it be limescale freeand may it never rust.Sing it on the beachesSing it from the housetopsThe sun may set on empirebut the kettle never stops.”

“Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle - but damn, that man would always be coated in yum.”