I wish she'd left us in the greenhouse...

So what am I again?

You're a leek. We're all leeks in this bit.

And she's allowed to keep us out here in the wind and the rain and now the bloody snow?

Yep.

Well I'm not standing for it!

So what are you going to do?

I'll leek leak the story to the local press... And if that doesn't work I'm telling my Mum!