How Michael Ended Up Burning My Big Face Off

 
 

‘What are you doing?’

‘Pardon?’

‘You heard me. Why are you ironing?’

‘Erm.’

‘I thought we had an agreement.’

‘Oh yes. That.’ 

‘Well?’

‘I forgot.’

‘Forgot, my arse. Stop ironing. I can’t believe you’re still doing it. Stop it.’

‘I just want to finish this shirt.’

‘I don’t give a shit. Stop ironing this instant.’

‘No.’

‘Yes. Give. That. Iron. To…’

‘Umph.’

‘…Me. Argh.’

‘Oh, sorry about that.’