Lock, stock and two smoking funnels

There was something fishy about these characters, as they arrived with heavy-hitting heather and honey, leaving a collision of teriyaki, peanuts and lapsang souchong tea in their wake. The rev of powerful engines blasted thick engine oil over prawns in butter while they made a quick getaway in the sweet medicinal aromas of a stolen tugboat ambulance. With a few drops of water the mobster lobster arrived, chewing on salted toffee and flexing his mussels with shallots in a cream sauce. A loaded banana went off, scattering oranges, melons and lemons. As clouds of smoke from smouldering thyme cleared, the lobster found himself trapped in trifle, facing a stretch of time in brine behind chocolate bars.