Then like we have scraped together their ashes and and crushed them into cat litter...*Houllier is beginning to look alarmed, the Hall of maim are standing and whooping*NRC: ....Then like we have fed the cat all kinds of spices and stuff that do not agree with it is stomach, then when he is done his business on the litter mixing it all around and...*a horrified Houllier leaps to the microphone pulling it