[Hello world, it's Alfie time. There's no preamble here - in a quiet, hoarse voice, he just jumps right in with this:]Three men are in prison, right, and they're set to be executed the very next day. And the warden, he comes by and tells the three of them that they'll all be granted whatever they wish for their last meal. "I'd like a nice, juicy steak," says the first, and the warden says all right, and he writes down steak. "I'd like an entire cream tart," says the second, and the warden says all right and writes that down as well. "I'd like a bowl of strawberries," says the third. And the warden says, "Strawberries? Strawberries are out of season, mate."
The third man shrugs his shoulders. "Are they? Well, all right; I'll wait."
[There's the sound of Royce groaning loudly, cut off by Alfie turning off the feed.
It's late, it's cold, and he can't sleep. Everybody pile in and tell your own dumb jokes 1 2 3 GO]