That bit in every horror film where the unsuspecting victim, in this case mild mannered Ross, goes about his daily business unaware of what lies ahead.
It’s a bright spring morning, the crisp breeze has made his youthful face sore and ruddy. He squints into the light as he begins his service on a Mercury 90hp Optimax 2 stroke which hangs innocently from a Quicksilver 580.
The imaginary violin strings start their relentless, staccato stabbing noise in his head.
He senses that something in Suffolk is weirdly out of kilter today but he carries on his work, regardless of the fear starting to grow inside his ever questioning mind.
He reaches down to remove the cover from the outboard....
AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A swarm of cute killer ladybugs with their relentless march of tickley legs emerge from the engine and begin to consume his melting kit Kat. Their munching is merciless and without regret.
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