Crispssssssss.

A small species of spuddling was once counting his crisp funds in his end-of-limb-paw-palm. He had decided enough was enough. His lower-end-of-limbs, had recently been through a significant traumatic experience, resulting in his 'crisps' (note: spuddling's lower-end-of-limbs are crisps), being reduced to mere crumblings, after all the crisping about at Lloyds no. 1 bar Carlisle. So, after evaluating, budgeting, and then deciding on his new flavour of crisps, he gandered over to the Crispian Express (next to the frying pan in Stanwix THERE), for the numerous plus one time, and purchased a brand new pair of salt and vinegar discos....as the walkers plain style just couldnt handle the extravagant amounts off crisping.