“Now they don’t eat coconut anymore. Now they only eat rat. You have changed….their nature.”
Word to the witless: if you ever happen to be in bed with a girl whose presence is unabetted by any form of manual restraint, chemical sedative, mental enfeeblement or physical debility (this state of affairs betides me on average once a year), don’t start reciting Javier Bardem’s Skyfall monologue about how to get rats off an island in a sibilant, cod-Spanish accent. Despite what you might think, this is unlikely to hasten the moment of congress.