“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.”
“Hi, pot. It’s me, kettle,” Sophia snapped back.“Hi kettle, you have about thirty seconds before this pot kicks your ass.”
“Must a kettle boil?”
“Kettle thingies. Yum.”
“He fell ass over tea Kettle”
“How I would singlike a kettle to keep you”