lemsip max strength, hands down.
tarquin, the uppity shitehawk: "well with you not around, pal, the merger was gonna go down the pan, wasn't it?"
john, dependable middle manager type: "wrong, PAL. i spoke to them yesterday, they're signing today."
t: [incredulous] "but you're ill, how come?"
j: "lemsip - now get the fuck outta my way!" [pulls out uzi submachine gun, riddles tarquin with bullets, lights cigar, etc]
tarquin, the uppity shitehawk: "well with you not around, pal, the merger was gonna go down the pan, wasn't it?"
john, dependable middle manager type: "wrong, PAL. i spoke to them yesterday, they're signing today."
t: [incredulous] "but you're ill, how come?"
j: "lemsip - now get the fuck outta my way!" [pulls out uzi submachine gun, riddles tarquin with bullets, lights cigar, etc]