Mr Harris inched forward,his hands flexing,a threatening rumble from his chest

Neville: “and look at the size of you, a moment on the hips, forever on the lips” he chided

Mr Harris looked like he might explode without the help of baking powder

Neville: “what a shame, I got here before you did” he tightened his grip around the neck of the prime minister, then grabbed Mr Harris by the throat

user: get off him…

neville’s gaze was locked on them