It's funny how BFI comes in, rambles incoherently and we're all off to the races.
A
BFI walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds
to fire it at the other patrons. 'Why?' asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage,
as the
BFI makes towards the exit. The
BFI produces a badly punctuated wildlife
manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
'Well, I'm a
BFI,' he says, at the door. 'Look it up.'
The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
'
BFI. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.'