Matt was not sharing in the good fortunes being experienced by the others, and had begun to resent Chris and Dave. His initial enthusiasm for the pair's exploits was based on a desire to help out and show his expertise to a couple of people he expected soon to be his pupils. Unfortunately, Chris and Dave had outstripped their teacher's success, and instead of relying on Matt, they had many others relying on them for a 'job'.

After a few months, Matt was now not the only person in power in Grimsby, and this he disliked intensely; the only thing he could think of that he disliked more intensely was people who didn't admire his guitar playing.

"Jim! Get me Gover," screamed Matt one day, furious having just spilt some of his mother's milk on his favourite caving catalogue, and deciding to take it out on someone.

Gover, a fellow caving fanatic, had met Matt whilst trying to get some kip down a cave. Matt had woken him up from his watery slumber, with a typical burst of enthusiasm.

"I've had it up to here, Gover," insisted Matt. "Do something to them. Get rid of them. Fry them in their own oil."

After finding out exactly where Matt had had it, and to whom he wanted to do things, Gover decided to ask less-personal questions, and find out who he'd just been instructed to do away with.

"Chris and Dave - the source of all evil, especially all evil to do with food. Find some way to stop them, and, er, stop them," struggled Matt.

Now Gover was an intelligent man, if completely mad, so it didn't take him too long to come up with a plan. Unfortunately this was a plan of the next cave he wanted to visit, with sleeping positions marked on in red. After memorising the map, he set to work on ending Chris and Dave's run of success. Setting didn't seem to help though, and it was rather cold in the fridge, which didn't help him understand how 'Chris and Dave' and 'run' could ever be in the same sentence as 'success'.

A few minutes later, he had a proper solution. His idea was to ambush all the secret supplies of oil into Grimsby. Simple but very very effective.

Late that evening, three old ladies watched as a tall man ran into the private lorry depot next door. Then three old ladies watched a greasy tall man swim back out of the depot, along with a large amount of yellowy coloured gloop, arms flailing mildly as he went. They waved back, and returned to spying on the couple next door.

Meanwhile, Dave was hungry. Very hungry. He hadn't eaten for at least a few hours, and he couldn't cook his plate of sausages and bacon without some more oil, and the delivery was late. He needed some food before he went to bed, or he knew he would wake up in the middle of the night having sleep walked into the kitchen and eaten lots. He had no intention of eating lots while he was asleep, or he'd miss the whole taste. And if there was no oil, he might end up eating something Healthy, of which he also had no intention.

He decided to take some action. Then Chris pointed out the link between action and movement, and he decided to leave it till the morning and pray he didn't sleep walk.