Rabbit

"Whatcha got there, Chas?"
"Well, Dave, it's a bleedin' letter, innit?"
Dave did indeed hold a letter in his hand, although it wasn't bleeding.
"What does it say?"
"It's from a supermarket."
"Special offers?"
"No, it's more of a cease and desist thing, innit?"
It was phrased as a question, but he wasn't really asking.
"Have a butcher's."
He passed it to Dave for him to read.
"I don't fackin' Adam and Eve it," he said.
"False advertising, they say."
"Are they 'avin' a bleedin' Turkish?"
"Apparently not. They don't sell rabbits and never 'ave."
"We'll 'ave to change the bleedin' song."