Mesopotamia Car-Crash suffered an irreversible nervous breakdown when instructed – on pain of death – to “procrastinate now!”
“It can’t be done! It can’t be done! It can’t be done! IT CANNOT BE DONE!” she wailed, screamed and generally screeched at her tormentors. “And anyway, what am I supposed to be procrastinating about?!”
But there was no answer, only a growing sense of unease, and a rather scary metallic whirring noise which seemed to be coming closer… (cue sinister corduroys).