Christmas is coming. The Baby Jesus born to cleanse our sins and happy shoppers and fucking Slade to egg them on. They can all fuck off. My sins are my own. They belong to me. But vengeance? Ah yes my little chums. There is a gift that never stops giving. One only has to wait and watch. Until Christmas then the fucking cunts will be stitched up like a kipper. The gifted amateur will pick the most noisy garish horrible toy in the shop to give to his enemies kids. Drums, bugles, keyboards and bangy things. This is why they are amateurs. Hamsters. Hamsters is the key to proper vengeance. What parent will not smile when one turns up on Christmas Eve, like Scrooge but better dressed, with two little hamsters in a cage? As a gift. For their lovely children. The Dad may suss it. That lazy smile and the Hi Kev. Its a Christmas present for your kids. No hard feelings about the garage deal, eh? But by then it is too late. He is fucked but has yet to work out how. Hamsters are nocturnal so they will scrabble about all night and keep the kids awake. If you apply an emery cloth to their hamster wheel it will squeak. And induce thoughts of suicide at 4.00am in the small children. The small children will love the little fucking rodents and give them names and toys so necking them and chucking them in the bin is not an option for their Dad. By about January 3[SUP]rd[/SUP], the fond parents will say Well put them in our room dears because they keep you awake at night and you need your sleep for school. That is your enemies sex life proper fucked. Christmas its not just about fucking dogs. Whats your plan for Christmas Vengeance. In-laws, cousins, fuckwits you havent seen for a year, fucking carol singers it is open season.