This is of course is a cross section of the mighty swordfish.  It must not be confused with the tiny seahorse which is a completely different kettle.  It was enabled gastric entry with the aid of a green and red salad. 

This filthy little kipper from the wrong end of town has been executed by electecution and made to become tea with a load of salad stuff.  Serves her right for being a fishhead.  Everything has its time and everything ends.

This brace of English poached eggs lay atop some baked beans which in their turn languish upon 2wo slices of rockety toast. The eggies are adorned with a blotch or 2wo of piri piri sauce which enables their hotness.

A Frenchie stick having been torn off a strip awaits with glee the insertion of a very rude sectioned particle of camenbert cheese.

A bent sausage awaits to be engorged into a gastric pouch of large proportions along with some green leaves liberally doused in balsamic vinegar. 2wo kinds of pickle tag along.

A duck has been killed so I can have a roast duck salad for my tea. It was very ducky and fatty too. I engorged my gastric pouch with its water fowl goodness.

Oh! Haggis forms a coalition with a group of left wing baked beans that have assimilated some very tiny plum tomatoes. Oh! The politics of chomping have been changed for all time.