Buck-toothed harridan Janet Street-Porter chose poorly, quaffing a heady draught of Thames Wash from a chalice resembling more a horse trough than the cup of Christ. Blinded, she clawed at her scalded throat, lips peeling back from rancid, misshapen teeth, her ruptured larynx emitting a sound so horrendous the Grail Knight lapsed into a coma lasting several decades.
Guest Contribution: James Burke
Street-Porter: As human as the next man.
They Chose Poorly 
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