Bob was a really lonely fella. He lived at home on his own, did everything on his own and felt he needed some company.
He visited the pet shop and after speaking to the owner, he came away with a centipede that he named Jim. Jim came with a little centipede house with its own little leafty centipede garden.
Bob was delighted and he really felt some companionship as he saw Jim settle in and became part of his daily life.
A few weeks after Jim arrived, Bob knocked on Jim's tiny door and said "Hey! Jim! Fancy a pint mate, I'm going down to the dog and pumpkin!"
He waited a few seconds and heard a bit of shuffling around, but didn't get an answer.
"Hey! Jim! Mate! I'm going down the pub, do you fancy coming? Might stop at the chippy on the way home. What do you reckon?"
More silence.
By now Bob was getting a bit angry. "Fucking hell, Jim. Are you coming to the fucking pub or what?"
Jim pops his head out and says, "Fucking hell Bob, give me a minute, I'm just putting my shoes on!"