Wallace

Me Boomerang.

Me boomerang won\'t come back.

Swoosh.

Thud.

Ouch.

Aaah.

The pain.

The bastard came back from behind me.

And me shiny baldy head it did crack.

I burnt it on me barbecue.

And through the air never again it flew.

Me bruised baldy shiny head.

Enough said.