Here's me trying to strangle my good for nothing brother Bas, after I caught him trying to run off with our tax returns again.
The Benidorm police had to pry us apart in the end. The joke was on them because we were stuck together good 'n proper! When my arthritmic claws grab hold of something... GHE!
They only managed to seperate us hours later, when Bas and I were friends again already.
No love lost there!