Ha! Do not be fooled by teh fluffeh factor and general photogenicness. They're evil little bastards so they are! Be nice as pie so long as they've got a face full of malt paste, have your face off soon as look at you once it's gone. The polecats seem to imagine the mask over their eyes makes 'em some sort of Dick Turpin master criminal or summink too. Rob you blind they will, but sadly not nearly as intelligent as is sometimes made out. Shiny things go missing there's only two suspects and I know exactly where their secret underground lairs are so not too fucking difficult finding the culprit. 8) Little shits!