I fished scuba Steve here a few days ago, and wanted to start on his little got buddy last night but I didn’t shake an old can of primer enough and it was doing that hydroscopic thing with all my paint. So now he’s taking a swim for a few days in the chilli crisp jar of stripper

As a wise man once said; 'Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four bio-adapting a giant monster with scythes for hands'. Or something like that, anyway.