I'm stood in the middle of the local town, looking for something to do. On a curious whim, I remove all of my clothes. I'm sporting a set of Union Jack Y-fronts. Spying a nearby crate, I smash it open. A sudden holler goes up from behind me: "I saw that! That's naughty!" As I turn around, a small brat is running full-pelt for the nearest guard. An unlucky chicken feels my annoyance as I boot it across the square. Still nearly naked as the guards near, I flip the finger at them and make a mad dash for the other end of town with my entourage in tow. Imaginary Benny Hill music plays in my head. The guards finally catch me, take all my money in fines and dump me outside of town in nothing but my patriotic kecks. A nearby guard calls me "arseface". I fart and laugh to myself.​