And then we will entice you into the furniture stores. We will make you buy expensive stuff and you will let your animals use them. Your dogs will roll in dead, rotting maggotty squirrels in the park and then lounge on your new sofa.
If you do not do this, then our evil spy mannequin heads will wait until you are asleep and laser a hole between your ears.
The continued shameful pikification of furniture:
Harveys' big offer
My furniture takes another caning
Those worms didn't come out of my arse, madam
Get off my bleedin' chair
Are you sitting comfortably?