It's winter and Christmas is a-coming, but spare a thought for those poor souls who are snowed in and unable to drive their cars and visit their friends and relatives...

"I don't care how cold it is! It's not my fault the weatherman got it wrong again.

Now you're going to get me to Madam Saskia's in time for Christmas dinner or I'm going to leave you chained up outside all night in the cold and then have your carcasses put through the wood chipper and fed to her pigs.

NOW MOVE IT, YOU BUNCH OF LOSERS!'