(Fine I guess I'll go with your one then)
Sir Digby chicken Caesar suddenly lurches forward, clutching his chest, he realises too late that molten metal is not the healthiest of substances to inhale. As blood begins to seep through the pores of his skin a small brown Slug slithers (as they do) towards him. Sir Digby looks at the slug, in too much pain to speak. The Slug suddenly breaks into a rousing chorus of "We are the champions" as Sir Digby bleeds away on the pavement
Sir Digby chicken Caesar suddenly lurches forward, clutching his chest, he realises too late that molten metal is not the healthiest of substances to inhale. As blood begins to seep through the pores of his skin a small brown Slug slithers (as they do) towards him. Sir Digby looks at the slug, in too much pain to speak. The Slug suddenly breaks into a rousing chorus of "We are the champions" as Sir Digby bleeds away on the pavement