Confirmation Bias, page-136

100% correct.

The only fire that there's gonna be is the charcoal going off in my fire pit with the sweet fume's of my rotating lamb spit out the front of my villa in Ayia Napa. Zorba will be blaring out nice and load, me and me mates, running around in our jocks pretending we're pro techno dancers, arms flying and the footwork will be kicking up the dust all over our thongs.

Spittle will be flying out of our gobs when we're cracking gags of the down ramping 'Malaka's we've left behind.