"ok YOU try having a fictional relationship with someone after they'd fictionally used you for marzipanning trepanning while they wore fictional upset toddlers as legs, and not be bitter"
Flash of inspiration whilst driving to Merry Hill and thinking of that "Mr Frosty" ice slush drink maker you could get when I was a kid. I always wanted one of those fecking things, but never did. Thankfully, really, since there isn't much fun you could get out of eating flavourless ice. Anyway, was going to use this idea in Something Else, but would have simply ignited faffyness in Someone Else.