The battle for Haggis HQ
Yes, there were leftovers. But not as much as I’d feared.
We transported the haggis, under armored cover of 4 guard cars, 2 motorcycle cops and a helicopter. Twenty people attempted to haggisjack us, but we held them off with kukris, light sabers and a detailed description both of what was in the haggis, and of what they would smell like if we smeared lanolin behind their ears and left it to fester.
The battle ended, we joked about reupholstering Buckley’s car with haggis. "I don’t think the smell would go over," he said.
"Ah, but just think of it as a steady supply of road snack. You get hungry, you just scrape a bit off the door panel," I replied.
"You could use it for house plaster too," said Kevin.
I nodded. "It makes great sheeprock."
Then a ninja in a facemask and black kilt attacked the car with cabers. We covered him in lanolin, hung him to a lamppost by his sporran, and continued to Haggis HQ.
The night was off to an auspicious start.