Sons of Sperbs

I think they've tried to confuse us. They've tried to sow discord. I'm not going to let it happen. The trouble is though, what really frightened me about the sons of Sperbs is, um, they have the fervor of youth. It's a terrifying idea. We do a live show and literally everyone in the audience is sons of SPerbs. Or, or a whisk. All right. When the last one shot, shot lifting in the kitchen section of John Lewis, that's a whisk. Oh my God. James emails, Dear Beans.