When will you stow that garrotte

On the trawler were hosted only two; a centenarian gendarme and an intrepid extra-terrestrial. The latter after he got bored of the palaver, in a way he discharged the former by grabbing him from the scruff and throwing him stark from the boat to the sea. He was then wading near the coast and finally his intellect engendered a creative vague notion; never go on badgering someone utmost adept