be at the end of your tether_____it’s not the end of the world
______be at a loose end_________tie up loose ends________
come to a sticky end
______be at a loose end_________tie up loose ends________
come to a sticky end
'This calls for the deckchairs!' exclaimed Mr Willis. 'And cognac!'
'Deckchairs? Cognac?' screamed Mrs Willis, ready to abandon herself to hysteria. 'I think we're going to need more than deckchairs and brandy, Bruce.'
'Calm down wife,' said Mr Willis. '.'
'Of course it is Bruce! We've just found out that there's a giant asteroid headed directly for Earth. We have 10 minutes left before the world is destroyed!'
'Well,' grunted Mr Willis. 'It serves 'em right.'
'Serves who right?'
'People, you know. The people that said I was just an actor and couldn't really do all that save-the-world stuff. Well, I've had enough of the naysayers. I'm. Let them come running for Brucie now. See if I care.'
'Bruce,' said Mrs Willis, calming down, 'you do realise that if the naysayers die, you'll die too?'
'What?' roared Mr Willis. 'Me die? Me with all the ordinary people? Have you ever seen my films? I'm indestructible!'
'Hello, Earth to Bruce. Armageddon ring any bells?'
'O. Forgot that one.'
Mrs Willis nodded insistently. 'It's kind of key here, Bruce. So, I suggest you prepare yourself, you know,, and make your peace with the world.'
Mr Willis pondered things for a moment. 'I have people to do that.' He swung his arms together and clapped his hands. 'I don't know what to do. I'm now. Do you fancy a game of ping-pong?'
'O Bruce, I thought you'd never ask.'
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