BOATPIG Page 67
Overcome with panic, confusion and horrific flashbacks to English lessons at school you entirely fail to spot any good words and are reduced to submitting a four letter word - Arse.
There is silence before a sigh comes down the phone line. You foolishly attempt to distract Stav from your disappointing effort by pointing out it is at least childishly amusing. This does not go down as well as you had hoped, earning you a second sigh before Stav explains that inane profanity is no excuse for a four, particularly when the equally ‘amusing’ Breast was available as a six.
As the shame slowly sinks in you look up to see the Knights of Whitely surrounding you, the former Countdown champions lead you towards the waiting white transit van and thence to their secret citadel in the heart of the former Countdown studios in central Leeds, just of the A58(M) and down Kirkstall Road, if you get to the railway line you’ve gone too far. - GAME OVER
After a brief trial it is decided that death is far too good for you, instead you must be made an example of as a warning to others. Thus it is decided you will be free to go, but only after one of the many seven letter words from the acronym is tattooed onto your forehead, the Knights all agreeing that given your history their can only really be one choice of word - abreast.
Would you care to try again?