[Alex, Oscar, George, Lando, Max and Charles had been living together for ages now. They were all psycho obviously, with thousands of kills to their names.]

[One morning, George was stumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen, half awake. Suddenly… he came across a spider and instantly squealed, jumping back. He whacked it with a flip flop, or a thong as Oscar would call it, that was lying near him and soon recovered.]

[Alex, who had a habit of sitting in the shadows, had been watching with a smile.]

Alex: I’m no music expert but that sounded like an a5.

George: [drily] Whatever it was, it was probably enough to wake up everyone else.