Possession. Ah, right. There’s a box under your desk. Take the item out first. Lift the box onto the desk. Right, now, take the item
out of the box. Got it.
And now, read the card. Last Christmas, my brother
bought me this iPad. I’ve never turned it on,
but I have used it to kill a wasp and carry three mugs
of hot chocolate. Lee’s team. Right. Who were the mugs
of hot chocolate for? Go! Sorry? Who were the mugs
of hot chocolate for? Say them now without thinking. It’s too much pressure! I don’t
know three people, it’s a lie! LAUGHTER Who where they for, David? They were for my wife,
for me, and for my mother. Where were you taking them to? I was taking them from
the hot chocolate-making room… ..to the hot chocolate
consumptorium. Kitchen to living room?
Yes, that’s it. Did you kill the wasp with the
glass side or the non-glass side? The non-glass side. OK. How hard did you hit it? Um… Well, it’s dead. It wasn’t like a great sweeping,
you know, smash. Was it mid-air? It was more sort of
a press and lean. Lulled into a false sense of
security with my terrified whimpers. And then at a certain point,
it settled on a flattish surface and then I went in with
a press and lean. If you kill a wasp,
you don’t slowly press it like a psychopath. He only said that he does the push
and press because he knew that there wasn’t any dents on it.
No, no, no, no. I’m not saying I, like, gradually… As soon as I was pressing,
I pressed quickly. I didn’t want to extend
its suffering. I wasn’t whispering stories about, “Do you find the room is
getting smaller, Mr Wasp?” “I’m sure you must be imagining it. “Finding your little antennae
are getting a bit crushed? Oh… “What next? Try and move a wing. “Oh, you can’t!” Right, it’s time to take a guess.
You say it’s a… Lie. You say it’s a lie. It is a lie. So, you say it’s a lie. David, were you telling the truth
or were you telling a lie? I was telling… a lie.