You grab your wife's arm and tell her softly but firmly, "Run." As you flee out the back door, you hear the door bust open, and people walking in. "Hey! They're there!" A British accented voice yells in your direction. As you run through your backyard, you reach the fence, where you propel your wife over before attempting yourself. You place your arms on the top and pull yourself up, but you feel a hand grab you from the other side.
"Get down this instant you bloody moron!" You hear the voice say, tugging at your leg. With a newly found level of effort you
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