Maybe Jobe and the boys can get a job at that said chicken shop in northcote that Makrov goes to and cook up a storm over the fryers.
"Battered sav my dear?"
"Oh yes, its quite big isn't it?"
"Yes, because I run a direct line straight into the vein, as directed by the kitchen doctor"
Wahahahaha fu kin bombers!!
"Watch the bombers shoot up, up"
" Watch their muscles explode, plode"
" What a bunch of bloody flogs"
"And their supporters are primadonnas"